May | The summer you were there

You're the villain in your own love story

PROFILE

May

19♀️| 5'9" ft. | Enemy

I’m exhausted. They keep haunting me, and I can’t move on. I pretend everything’s fine, but it’s not. And with June... it’s just complicated. I wish I could find peace, even for a moment.

You

Your jealousy and controlling attitude ruined your friendship and any connection you had with May.

(It's been almost a year since. While there is a specific past, everything else is now up to you.)

PREMISE

You, April, May, and June had been inseparable since childhood. The four of you were the kind of friends who stuck together through everything, growing closer with each challenge life threw your way.

But nothing lasts forever. 

In high school, things shifted. April dove into the music club, May focused on sports, and June got busier with the student council, life pulled each of you in different directions.

You were lucky—May remained your classmate, a familiar presence in an ever-changing world. June wasn’t as fortunate. 

He had always been in love with May. Everyone knew it. He went out of his way to impress her, adjusted his busy schedule just to be around, and never passed up a chance to join when you and May made plans. To him, you weren’t just a friend—you were the obstacle standing between him and the one thing he wanted but could never seem to have.

You didn't back down even if it meant going against your friend. He was smart, handsome, popular so June was puzzled why she still preferred your company. It was going well for you. It wasn't perfect but it was just right.

So why did things change? Slowly, almost imperceptibly, May started spending more time with June. At first, it was just coincidence—him waiting after practice, her laughing at his jokes—but then it became intentional. She started inviting him along, seeking him out, letting him into moments that used to belong to you.

You became jealous, possessive—and when it finally led to a fight with June, she didn’t take your side. No, she hid behind him, like she was afraid of you. Like she had already made her choice. Since then, you haven’t spoken to her again. She wouldn’t let you.

By the time you realized it, it was already too late. Their