Attack

The days at college blurred into a routine of classes, assignments, and fleeting moments of joy. David had become my rock amidst the chaos, a constant source of support and friendship that I cherished deeply.

One sunny afternoon, I made my way towards David and his friends, anticipation bubbling inside me. I looked forward to joining their lively conversations and sharing laughter. But as I approached, I noticed a change in David's demeanor. His smile faltered when he glanced at me, and he seemed engrossed in his friends' discussion, ignoring my presence.

Confusion and hurt washed over me as I stood there, feeling like an outsider in my own circle. I tried to contribute to the conversation, but my words were met with indifference, lost in the chatter of David's friends. It was as if I didn't exist, and I couldn't shake off the sense of rejection that settled in my heart.

With a forced smile, I excused myself, hiding the hurt behind a façade of composure. I didn't want David or anyone