My heart clinches in my chest, a spectacular explosion.

He kisses her, holding onto her for dear life. Her lips fold into him naturally, like they held together with super glue.

I'm out of my seat in a shot.

The stunned silence from the auditorium is barely a blip in my brain. I can't unclench; the pain radiates outward, digging into my very toes.

Congratulations, Rachel. You've just blown your shot at placing.

I do not think.

I reach the hallway, and stand, staring into the empty space. Hot tears pour down my face; everything's a fucking blur.

It was all a waste of time. She never loved me. She never wanted me. It was always Finn.

How could I never see it until now?

Instead, I was delusional. A lovesick boy, trying to wear my confident mask and win back the girl of my dreams.

I shake my head, roughly scrub the tears away.

I head for the exit, sucking in harsh breath after breath. I can't ever let her know. I will exit her life, and leave her to be happy with that moron, who will never treasure her.

I lean against the doors, and glare at the dull, burning sun. I'll catch the first flight out, and find something amazing to do with my life. Something to light a spark to all these disgusting words burning out of me. Something to show them all my talent.

You can have her.

You've won.