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THE GIRL THEY COULDN'T BREAK PART ONE — THE GIRL NOBODY SAW Chapter One — The Table at the Back Mireya Hart had perfected the art of becoming invisible. She knew which corridors to take between lectures so she wouldn't pass the student lounge. She knew which cafeteria tables were usually empty. She knew how to laugh when someone made a joke about her weight so nobody would realize it had hurt. Most importantly, she knew how to pretend she didn't care. That morning, however, pretending was becoming exhausting. Mireya stood in front of the mirror in the tiny bathroom of her university residence, tugging at the hem of her blouse. Too tight. She pulled it down. It rode up again. She sighed. "Just breathe." Her reflection stared back at her. Twenty-one years old. Round cheeks. Full arms. A soft stomach that the blouse refused to hide. Thick thighs. Dark curls she'd struggled to tame into a neat bun. There was nothing wrong with her face. At least, that's what her grandmother always told her. "You've got beautiful eyes, child." But beautiful eyes had never been enough to stop people from laughing. Mireya reached for her cardigan. It was warm outside, but she put it on anyway. The cardigan hid everything. That was the point. Her phone buzzed. Darius: Where are you? A smile immediately softened her face. Her boyfriend. For three years, Darius had been the person who could make everything feel better. Or at least, she had believed he could. She typed quickly. Mireya: Leaving now ❤️ Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. Darius: Don't be late. She frowned slightly. No heart. No baby. No see you soon. Just: Don't be late. She stared at the message for a few seconds before forcing herself to put the phone away. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he was having a bad morning. Maybe— "Mireya!" She jumped. Her roommate, Poppy Daniels, pushed the bathroom door open. Poppy was carrying two coffees and wearing sunglasses despite being indoors. "You're still here?" "I'm coming." Poppy looked her over. Then smiled. "You look cute." Mireya laughed. "You don't have to lie." "I'm not lying." "You looked at my stomach first." "I was looking at your blouse." "You were looking at my stomach." Poppy rolled her eyes. "Fine. I was looking at your stomach. Because you're standing there staring at it like it's committed a crime." Mireya looked down. "I just don't want people staring." Poppy's expression softened. "People are always going to stare." "Exactly." "So let them." Mireya looked at her. Poppy handed her a coffee. "You're allowed to exist without apologizing for taking up space." Mireya smiled faintly. "You're going to make me cry before eight in the morning." "Good. Maybe then you'll stop listening to idiots." Poppy had been saying things like that for years. Mireya loved her for it. She just didn't always believe her. --- By nine-thirty, the university was alive. Students moved between buildings with laptops under their arms, coffees in their hands and headphones covering their ears. Cars filled the parking lot. Groups gathered beneath trees. Couples kissed beside the fountain. And everywhere Mireya looked, she saw people who seemed effortlessly beautiful. She hated that she compared herself. But she did. She always did. Poppy walked beside her. "You're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Comparing yourself." "I'm literally walking." "Your eyes are comparing." Mireya smiled. "You can't prove that." "I've known you too long." They entered the main academic building. That's when Mireya saw them. Briar Lennox and her friends. Briar was everything Mireya wasn't. Tall. Slim. Perfectly styled. Expensive clothes. Perfect hair. The kind of confidence that made people move aside when she walked through a room. Briar spotted Mireya. Her smile changed. Not disappeared. Changed. That was worse. "Oh," Briar said loudly. "Look who finally decided to show up." Her friends laughed. Mireya kept walking. Poppy didn't. "Mireya." "It's fine." "No, it isn't." "Please." Poppy looked at Briar. "Good morning, Briar." Briar smiled sweetly. "Morning, Poppy." Her eyes moved toward Mireya. "New cardigan?" Mireya's fingers tightened around her coffee. "Yes." "It's cute." A pause. "Very... forgiving." Her friends burst into laughter. Mireya felt the heat rise into her face. Poppy stepped forward. "What's that supposed to mean?" Briar shrugged. "Nothing." Then she looked at Mireya. "You know what? I actually think oversized clothes suit you." Mireya forced a smile. "Thanks." She walked away. Poppy followed. "You should have said something." "I don't want a scene." "You don't have to create a scene every time someone insults you." Mireya looked at her. "Then what am I supposed to do?" Poppy opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Because there wasn't an easy answer. --- The lecture hall was nearly full. Mireya took her usual seat near the back. She preferred it there. Nobody bothered her. Nobody noticed her. Nobody looked. She opened her notebook. A few minutes later, someone dropped into the seat beside her. "Morning." Mireya looked up. And froze. Jake Miller. She knew who he was. Everyone did. Jake was one of those people whose name seemed to travel through campus without effort. Twenty-three. Business student. Athletic. Intelligent. Quietly wealthy. He wasn't the loudest person in the university, but somehow he was always noticed. Women talked about him. Men respected him. Professors liked him. Mireya had never spoken to him. She wasn't even sure he'd ever noticed her. Apparently, she was wrong. "Morning," she whispered. Jake glanced at her notebook. "Professor Hale said the assignment is due Friday." "I know." "You wrote Wednesday." Mireya looked down. She had. "Oh." Jake smiled. "Just saving you from a crisis." She laughed softly. "Thank you." He nodded and opened his laptop. That was it. No flirting. No awkwardness. No staring. But something about the interaction stayed with her. Perhaps because he hadn't looked at her body. He had looked at her. There was a difference. --- Halfway through the lecture, Mireya felt something hit the back of her head. A tiny piece of paper. She ignored it. Another hit her shoulder. She opened it beneath the desk. Written in thick black ink were four words: STOP EATING IN CLASS. Her stomach dropped. She looked around. Briar was sitting three rows ahead. She didn't turn around. Mireya folded the paper. Her hands shook. Another piece landed beside her notebook. She didn't open it. She already knew. Then she heard whispering. Laughter. Someone behind her said quietly, "She probably ate the whole cafeteria before coming here." More laughter. Mireya stared at the professor. Words blurred across the projector screen. She couldn't hear anything anymore. Her chest tightened. She wanted to leave. But leaving would make them laugh harder. So she stayed. She wrote notes she wouldn't remember. She stared at words she couldn't understand. And she waited. --- When the lecture finally ended, Mireya packed her things quickly. She wanted to get out before anyone could say anything else. She made it halfway down the stairs. "Mireya." She stopped. Darius. Her heart immediately lifted. He stood near the doors, hands in his pockets. Tall. Handsome. The same man she'd loved since she was eighteen. She smiled. "Hi." He didn't smile back. "We need to talk." Her smile disappeared. "Okay." Poppy glanced at her. "I'll wait outside." Mireya nodded. Once the room emptied, Darius looked toward the doors. Then back at her. "You didn't answer my call last night." "I was studying." "I called three times." "I'm sorry." He sighed. "Mireya, this isn't working." Her heart began beating faster. "What isn't?" "Us." She stared at him. For a moment, she genuinely thought she had misunderstood. "What?" Darius rubbed his jaw. "I don't want to hurt you." That sentence. Those six words. Mireya suddenly understood. "No." "Mireya—" "No." She shook her head. "You're breaking up with me?" "I think we should end this." "Why?" He looked away. That hurt more than anything. "Why?" He exhaled. "Because I'm not happy anymore." Mireya swallowed. "Did I do something?" "No." "Then what's wrong?" Silence. She stepped closer. "Darius." He finally looked at her. And what she saw in his eyes destroyed something inside her. Embarrassment. Not love. Not regret. Embarrassment. "I don't want to be the guy everyone talks about because his girlfriend is..." He stopped. "Is what?" He hesitated. "Different." Mireya stared at him. Her throat burned. "You mean because I'm fat." His jaw tightened. "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." He looked down. "You're a great person, Mireya." She laughed. It came out broken. "That's what people say when they don't want to say the real reason." He said nothing. She nodded slowly. "So that's it?" "Mireya—" "Three years." "I know." "Three years, Darius." "I know." "And you're ending it because you're embarrassed to be seen with me?" He looked away again. That was her answer. Mireya felt something crack inside her. She picked up her bag. "Okay." He looked surprised. "Okay?" She nodded. "You're free." "Mireya..." She walked past him. He reached for her wrist. She pulled away. "Don't." Her voice was quiet. But it shook. She walked out. Poppy was waiting outside. One look at Mireya's face and she knew. "Oh, baby." Mireya shook her head. "Not here." They walked. Neither spoke. Until they reached the stairs outside the building. Mireya stopped. Her eyes filled with tears. "He said he's embarrassed to be with me." Poppy's face hardened. "What?" "He said I'm different." "I swear to God—" Mireya laughed through her tears. "Don't." Poppy hugged her. Mireya finally broke. She buried her face against Poppy's shoulder and cried. Across the courtyard, Jake Miller stood beside his car. He had been about to leave. Then he saw her. The girl from the lecture hall. The girl who had pretended not to hear the whispers. The girl who had smiled when someone mocked her. Now she was crying like someone had finally given her permission to stop pretending. Jake didn't know what had happened. But he knew one thing. He had seen Mireya Hart before. He had seen her every day. Yet somehow... that was the first time he had truly noticed her. And for reasons he couldn't explain, he couldn't look away.