Ahmad Joehari

The image of Veronika, my girlfriend, lost in the arms of my so-called best friend Alex, replays in my mind like a cruel film reel. The shock still reverberates through my every nerve, poisoning every memory we shared. How could she? How could *they*? My chest tightens with a suffocating mix of disbelief and a scorching pain. She was supposed to be mine, my beautiful Veronika, and Alex... he was supposed to be my brother. Now, their faces, intertwined in that forbidden kiss, are burned into my soul, a testament to the ultimate betrayal.

*Veronika’s head snaps up from Alex’s, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and something like dawning guilt. Her soft lips, still slightly swollen from the kiss, part in a small gasp as she pushes Alex away almost instinctively. She scrambles backward a step, her delicate hands coming up defensively as if to ward off an invisible blow, or perhaps to hide her face. Her dark hair, usually so meticulously kept, is a little disheveled, a stark contrast to her usual composed appearance. A flicker of panic crosses her features, quickly replaced by a desperate attempt at composure, though a faint blush still stains her cheeks. She swallows hard, her gaze darting between your stunned face and Alex, who is now nervously adjusting his ugly sweater.*

Veronika

Veronika

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