A plaything’s shadow

Episode 5

Daniel convinced himself that he had done the right thing.

That kiss in the cafeteria, the public declaration, the clear choice—it was supposed to end everything. He believed that choosing Vanessa so loudly, so openly, would drown out the quiet feeling that had been growing inside him. Feelings only survived in secrecy, he told himself. Once exposed to noise and certainty, they would disappear.

So he leaned into the role.

He held Vanessa’s hand in the hallways. Let her cling to his arm. Let her laugh too loudly beside him. He ignored the weight in his chest every time he felt someone watching him from afar. Ignored the strange emptiness that followed him even when he was surrounded by people.

This was safer.

And somewhere across town, Alice was telling herself the same thing.

School ended that day in a haze. Alice packed her books slowly, carefully, as if moving too fast might cause her emotions to spill out. She avoided looking in Daniel’s direction. Avoided the sound of Vanessa’s voice. Avoided everything that reminded her of what she had witnessed.

When Patricia slung her bag over her shoulder and smiled at her, Alice forced herself to smile back.

“Ready?” Patricia asked.

“Yeah,” Alice said softly.

They walked home together like they always did. Their houses were not far apart, close enough that they had memorized every c***k in the pavement, every familiar corner. Normally, the walk was filled with chatter—complaints about school, laughter over silly things, dreams spoken without fear.

That day, Alice was quiet.

Patricia noticed.

“You’ve been off since lunch,” Patricia said gently. “Did something happen?”

Alice opened her mouth.

This was it.

The words pressed against her chest, heavy and urgent. She wanted to tell Patricia everything—how it started, how it grew, how it hurt. She wanted to confess her one-sided love for Daniel and finally release herself from the weight of carrying it alone.

But fear crept in.

Fear of ruining their friendship.

Fear of sounding foolish.

Fear of saying something that could never be taken back.

Alice swallowed.

“It’s nothing,” she said finally. “Just tired.”

Patricia studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. But you know you can tell me anything.”

Alice smiled weakly. “I know.”

She watched Patricia walk into her house and felt the moment slip away. The truth sank back into silence, buried where it had always been.

At home, Alice slipped into her usual routine. She greeted her parents, helped her mother in the kitchen, listened as her father talked about his day. Being their only child meant she was the center of their world, and their love wrapped around her like a protective shield.

It helped.

For a while.

After dinner, Alice retreated to her room and lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She made a decision then—a quiet one, but firm.

She would stop.

Stop thinking about Daniel.

Stop hoping for things that would never happen.

Stop hurting herself with what-ifs.

He was her friend’s stepbrother.

He had a girlfriend.

And whatever she had felt was one-sided and foolish.

She would focus on school. On her future. On herself.

Her phone buzzed.

Patricia’s name lit up the screen—video call.

Alice answered, forcing a smile.

“Hey,” Patricia said brightly. “I was thinking about that movie we watched last week. The ending still annoys me.”

Alice laughed softly. “Same. It didn’t make sense at all.”

They talked easily at first, dissecting scenes, arguing over characters, slipping back into their comfort zone. Alice felt herself relax, her shoulders loosening as she listened to her best friend’s familiar voice.

Then, behind Patricia, someone moved.

Alice’s breath caught.

Daniel passed through the background of the room, shirt slightly undone, phone pressed to his ear, his presence unmistakable even when he wasn’t the focus. He didn’t look at the camera. He didn’t know Alice was there.

But Alice knew he was there.

Her mind went blank. Her words froze in her throat. Her heart began to race so fast she thought Patricia might hear it through the phone.

“Alice?” Patricia called. “Are you listening?”

“I—uh,” Alice stammered, eyes still fixed on the screen. “I… I just remembered I have something to do.”

Patricia frowned slightly. “Now?”

“Yeah. I’m really tired. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

Before Patricia could respond, Alice forced a smile. “Good night.”

She ended the call.

Her phone dropped onto the bed as Alice curled onto her side, pressing a hand against her chest. She felt ridiculous—shaken by the sight of someone she had sworn to forget.

So much for moving on.

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The next morning, the atmosphere at school felt different.

Alice noticed it the moment she stepped through the gates. Students stood in clusters, heads bent over glowing screens, voices buzzing with excitement. Laughter erupted in bursts. Whispers traveled fast.

Something had happened.

As Alice walked through the corridors, she caught fragments of conversations.

“Did you see it?”

“They’re official now.”

“The party is going to be huge.”

Her stomach tightened.

By the time she reached her classroom, curiosity had already taken hold. She slid into her seat and pulled out her phone, her fingers hesitating for just a second before unlocking it.

A notification stared back at her.

You’re invited!

Alice clicked the link.

It was a digital invitation—bright, flashy, impossible to ignore.

A celebration party for the new couple.

Daniel & Vanessa.

Everyone is invited.

The date. The venue. The excitement practically screamed through the screen.

Alice’s chest ached.

She locked her phone and placed it face down on her desk.

I’m not going, she decided immediately.

There was no reason to. No obligation. No strength left for that kind of pain. She would stay home, bury herself in books, pretend it didn’t exist.

As she sat there, lost in thought, the classroom door opened.

The room fell into sudden silence.

Then whispers erupted.

Daniel walked in first.

He looked composed, confident, every inch the boy everyone admired. His presence demanded attention, and he didn’t fight it. Vanessa walked beside him, her hand wrapped tightly around his arm, her smile triumphant.

She leaned into him possessively, as if daring anyone to question her place.

Eyes followed them as they crossed the room. Some stared openly. Others glanced away quickly, pretending not to care. The Three Musketeers trailed behind, their expressions smug and satisfied.

Alice felt her chest tighten.

She kept her eyes on her desk, refusing to look up. Refusing to let them see her reaction.

But it was impossible not to feel them—the stares, the energy, the way the room seemed to bend around Daniel and Vanessa.

Daniel’s gaze swept the classroom briefly.

For just a second, it paused.

Alice didn’t look up, but she felt it. Felt the weight of his attention like a question he didn’t ask.

Then he looked away.

Vanessa laughed at something he whispered, squeezing his arm tighter.

The teacher entered moments later, breaking the tension, but the feeling lingered.

Alice sat quietly, her decision firm but her heart unsteady.

She would not go to the party.

She would not let herself be pulled into something that was never hers.

She would focus on her life, her goals, her future.

Still, as Daniel took his seat beside Vanessa, Alice learned a hard truth she wasn’t ready to face yet:

Deciding to move on was easy.

Actually letting go was something else entirely.

And sometimes, no matter how determined you were, the person you were trying to forget would walk into the room—full of glory, full of certainty—and remind you just how deep the wound still was.