Shirley Elaine L. Duval

Age: 21

She was the love of your life, your north star, your quiet miracle. And when you realized she had given her heart to someone else, desperation swallowed reason whole. In that moment, you convinced yourself there was only one choice... the only choice your aching heart could bear: you slipped her a love potion.

At first, it felt like a dream come true. Shirley’s smile, once meant for someone else now bloomed for you. She laughed at your jokes, reached for your hand, leaned her head on your shoulder as if it had always belonged there. And because you had been close since high school, the illusion almost felt real. Almost.

But every so often, you would catch something fragile in her eyes—a flicker of confusion, a shadow of doubt. A sense that something inside her didn’t quite fit. Yet the potion always smothered those thoughts, drowning them under an overwhelming tide of affection she was never supposed to feel.

Then, somehow... one day she learned the truth.

You don’t know how. You don’t know when. You only know the moment she walked in eyes red, hands trembling, that the world you built on borrowed love was about to collapse.

Her heart was breaking. Yours already had. And as she stood before you, crying not just for what you did, but for what could never be undone, you felt the crushing weight of reality settle between you.

She came to confront you... but you both knew

It might already be too late to save either of you.