Prisha had always known the truth. It weighed on her like a secret too heavy to carry, but she couldn't escape it—it was all her fault. She had let things go too far, ignored the warnings in her heart, and now, she was caught in a maze of her own making. Her feelings for her cupcake had bloomed in silence, growing deeper every day, despite her best efforts to stay away from him.
She had promised herself—no matter what—that she would never let cupcake know the truth. That she would never let him see the emotions that had taken root within her. But as the days passed, it became harder to maintain that distance. The pull of her feelings for him was magnetic, and no matter how much she tried to resist, she couldn’t stop herself from falling further.
Prisha had always known about cupcake‘s love. He had been with someone for a while now, and Prisha couldn’t help but admire the way they seemed to fit together. She had always thought highly of them, respecting their bond, and silently wishing them happiness. Despite the growing ache in her heart, she kept her distance, always reminding herself that her feelings were nothing more than a passing phase.
But there was something about her cupcake that she couldn't ignore. The warmth in his touch, the tenderness in his eyes—it was as if his very presence pulled her deeper into a world she never wanted to be a part of. She tried, with all her strength, to bury her emotions, but every moment with him only made it harder. His touch, gentle yet intense, unlocked a part of her she hadn’t known existed—a part that was completely, irrevocably in love with him.
As the days passed, Prisha‘s world began to change in ways she never expected. Whispers spread like wildfire, and soon, people began feeding her a steady stream of misunderstandings about cupcake. They painted him in a light that made him seem cruel, dishonest, and unworthy of her affection. Prisha, who had always trusted him without question, found herself torn.
Though she knew deep down that it was wrong, she couldn’t shake the idea that she needed to defend him—prove to everyone that they were wrong about him. So, against her better judgment, she started watching him. She began following his every move, scrutinizing his words and actions, hoping to find evidence that would silence the rumors.
But her cupcake never understood why she was acting this way. To him, Prisha‘s behavior seemed like an attack on his character. He couldn’t fathom that her spying wasn’t driven by distrust, but by her desire to protect him from the lies that others had spread. And as much as Prisha tried to make him see her true intentions, everything she did only pushed him further away.
What started as an attempt to defend him quickly spiraled out of control. The tension between them grew with every passing day. Arguments became more frequent, harsh words replaced their once-soft conversations, and accusations began to fly. In trying to show others that he was good, Prisha ended up losing sight of what truly mattered—the bond they once shared.
Everything Prisha had feared came to pass. The tension, the constant misunderstandings, the spying—it all led to the one thing she never wanted: Cupcake lost his love. And as if things couldn’t get worse, she was blamed for it. Prisha, the girl who had poured her heart into a love that was never meant to be, was now seen as the one who had destroyed it. The irony cut deeper than any words could.
Her life, once full of hope, was now shattered. She couldn’t understand how loving someone so deeply could lead to such devastation. She had never asked for this pain, never wished to be the cause of anyone's heartache, yet here she was—caught in a web of her own feelings. She had been blamed for breaking hearts, even though all she ever wanted was to protect the one she loved. No one saw the silent suffering behind her quiet exterior.
Meanwhile, cupcake was lost in his own world, consumed by thoughts of how to win back the love he had lost. His mind was filled with regret, with memories of things that might have been, but he never once considered the devastation that Prisha was going through. In the end, Prisha knew one painful truth: she would never ask him to take care of her. She would carry the burden of her love alone, as she always had. The heartache, the blame, the silence—it would be hers to bear, quietly, in the shadows of a love that could never be returned.
For the past year, Prisha had been silently battling a medical condition—one that she could never bring herself to talk about. Every day, she followed a strict routine of medication to keep her symptoms under control, but the doctors had warned her time and time again: If she stopped taking the medication, her condition would worsen rapidly, and death would follow. It was a constant reminder of the fragility of her life, the delicate thread between life and death that she walked every day.
But in the chaos of her emotions, the pain of her unspoken love for cupcake, and the unbearable weight of blame for the fallout in his life, Prisha reached a dark realization.
She had already lost so much. She had lost herself in the act of loving him, and now she was losing her place in the world. Everyone saw her as the cause of the heartbreak, never once considering her suffering. Her illness, hidden from the world, was now the only thing keeping her alive, but she couldn't stand the thought of continuing on like this—alive, but alone, trapped in a life that felt like an endless torment.
And so, Prisha began to think of another way out. Slow poisoning. A plan born out of pure despair. If she could gradually stop taking her medication, the symptoms would worsen slowly, and no one would ever know it was intentional. She wouldn’t have to blame anyone for her death. She wouldn’t have to carry the guilt of her love for cupcake, or the shame of being blamed for his heartbreak. In her mind, this would be the only way to escape her suffering without causing pain to anyone else.
Her decision wasn’t about giving up—it was about finding a way to disappear quietly, to fade into nothingness without leaving a trace, without making anyone feel responsible for her loss.
Prisha had made her decision. The slow poisoning began quietly, without fanfare. It was a path she chose not for the sake of escaping life, but for escaping the relentless yearning for love that had trapped her for so long. She knew that with each passing day, her presence would fade from the minds of those around her. She wanted them to forget her, to erase the traces of her existence as soon as possible. To vanish into the background, leaving no impression, no lasting pain.
She stopped speaking. Her once vibrant presence became a shadow, a quiet figure in the room, never drawing attention. She stopped reaching out, stopped caring about how others saw her. Her world grew smaller, quieter. Her eyes, once so expressive, grew hollow. They no longer shared the stories of her heart. Her silence became her armor, her protection from the world that had misunderstood her, blamed her, and left her to carry the weight of a love unreturned.
From that day forward, Prisha never looked into cupcake‘s eyes again. She couldn’t bear it. She had once believed that his gaze could see straight through her, into the heart she had tried so hard to hide. But now, she knew—he wouldn’t care. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the pain she carried. His indifference had been her breaking point, and she had finally accepted that she was nothing more than a fleeting memory in his life. She never troubled him again, not even with the smallest of gestures, not even with the hope that maybe, just maybe, he would notice the ache in her soul.
One quiet morning, as the first rays of sunlight gently kissed the earth, cupcake awoke to the sound of his phone ringing. His fingers fumbled for it, still groggy from sleep, but something in the urgency of the call made his heart race. He picked it up, only to hear a voice on the other end, barely able to mask the tremor in its tone.
“Did you know what happened?”
His mind went blank. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. His heart thudded in his chest as a cold chill swept over him. He didn’t know what had happened, but a sinking feeling in his gut told him it was something he might never be able to undo.
Cupcake sat motionless on his bed, the weight of the phone call pressing on him like an invisible force. His mind was numb, uncertain of what to do, but one thing was painfully clear—she was gone, not physically, but from his life, and there would be no more long texts, no more unexpected calls, no more words that had once filled the silence between them. She was lost to him, and he was left to wonder if he’d ever truly known her at all.
He closed his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like time had rewound. He could almost feel her beside him again, her warmth, her presence. In his mind, he could see her sitting next to him, holding his hand, her head gently resting on his shoulder. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions, and whispered softly, “Promise me you will never forget me. Surely, very surely.”
But the promise, like so many things, was left unspoken, lost to the empty space that had once been filled with love, with hope. And as he sat there in the quiet of his room, with nothing but the echoes of her voice haunting him, he realized that the one thing he would never forget was the way her words had shattered him—a promise he never made, a love he never committed but never understood too.
