I Left My Mate After Car Accident

I'm Clara Woods, and I've just been kicked out of Dominic Hale's sleek convertible in the middle of a highway, all because I scrolled through TikTok for ten minutes on the ride. Ten minutes! Apparently, pausing for two seconds on a video of some ripped dude was enough to flip Dominic's jealousy switch.

"Get out of my car!" he snapped, his voice colder than a winter night in Montana.

I froze, my fingers tightening around my phone. Then, like some bizarre augmented reality filter, lines of text started floating across my vision-pop-up comments from an invisible audience.

[Tch, tch, tch. Clara just glanced at a hot guy's abs for two seconds, and Dominic's already tipping over his jealousy jar!]

[Here we go again! Dude's itching to smash something when he's jealous but plays it cool to not freak Clara out. Gotta love this icy, untouchable vibe with a side of obsessive, unhinged devotion!]

The comments faded as I grabbed my bag, numbly stepping out of the car without a word. The door slammed shut, and Dominic's sports car peeled out, leaving me in a cloud of exhaust as rain started to drizzle from the sky.

So there I was, trudging along the road, soaked to the bone, when the comments popped up again.

[Clara, just bat your eyes at him! One kiss, and he'd hand you his whole world!]

[Dominic's out there red-eyed, flooring it on the highway to blow off steam. Dude's a mess but still playing it cool-hilarious!]

I wiped the rain from my face, my mind drifting back to when these weird pop-up comments first showed up. Seven years ago, I passed out from cramps during my period, and Dominic, the golden boy of our college-top grades, star athlete, total heartthrob-carried me to the healer's office. I fell hard for him that day, like a lovesick pup chasing a dream.

Once I learned his name, I went all in. Love letters, public confessions, homemade cookies, breakfast burritos-you name it, I tried it. Everyone told me to give up. "Dominic's the untouchable lone wolf," they said. "He doesn't do she-wolves." But I wasn't about to quit.

Still, after months of chasing with no sign he cared, I started to lose hope. That's when the comments appeared, spilling secrets like some cosmic gossip feed.

[Dominic's totally into Clara. Fell for her the second she collapsed in his arms. He's just too proud to admit it-loves her chasing him.]

[Every time Clara says she likes him, he's secretly thrilled but plays it cold just to hear her say it again. Oh, and he's got a stash of her photos in his desk drawer. Looks at them, like, a hundred times a day.]

I stood there, stunned, reading those floating words. Curiosity got the better of me, and I snuck a peek at his desk. Sure enough, I found a stack of my photos tucked away. From that moment, those comments became my lifeline. No matter how many times Dominic brushed