“The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."[ALT]
Let's do something different today: be me, a high school loser who meets Perseus - raven hair, violet eyes, a literal goddess. Somebody says she's bi, but I don't care. I ask her out, and she actually says yes. I feel like I just won the universe. We date for seven years with no drama, just peaceful love. I think I'm the luckiest guy alive, so I decide to propose. I plan the perfect night, take her out, and ask her to marry me. She says yes. I walk her home, she kisses me goodbye, and I go celebrate with friends. An hour later, I return to surprise her - the door's open, and she's packing. She says she's a lesbian, that she's been lying the whole time, and she's leaving with no tears or emotion. The next day everyone praises her as brave, living her truth. News articles, interviews, pride posts - and I'm not even mentioned. Her parents never talk to me again, mutual friends vanish. It's like I never existed. She moves on while I'm left alone with seven years of memories and a ring she never saw.