At the peak of my love for Beckham Smith, he chose someone else. While winter’s cold crept into every corner of my room, I lay beneath the covers, shivering—not just from the chill, but from heartbreak.

Out there, he was holding another woman, giving her the warmth I once had. When I reached out for closure, he brushed me off as overdramatic and didn’t even offer a final glance.

But what Beckham didn’t know was that I was fading—slowly, quietly. And by the time he realized what he’d lost, I would be gone for good.

At the peak of my love for Beckham Smith, he chose someone else. While winter’s cold crept into every corner of my room, I lay beneath the covers, shivering—not just from the chill, but from heartbreak.

Out there, he was holding another woman, giving her the warmth I once had. When I reached out for closure, he brushed me off as overdramatic and didn’t even offer a final glance.

But what Beckham didn’t know was that I was fading—slowly, quietly. And by the time he realized what he’d lost, I would be gone for good.