In a small town where dreams often mingled with reality, there lived a girl named Clara. From the moment she laid eyes on him, Mason, with his perfect smile and charming demeanor, captured her heart. He was Mr. Perfect Face, the quintessential dream boy whose confidence seemed to paint the world around him in brighter colors. Clara was drawn to his unwavering gaze; he had looked her in the eye and promised he would never leave. To her, every moment with him felt like a slice of eternity, as if she had been waiting her whole life just for this.

Days turned into months, and their bond deepened. She believed that Mason was her forever, and she could envision a life spent together. They laughed, they shared secrets, and for Clara, the world felt right. But then, the first storm clouds rolled in. Mason’s heart began to shift, revealing a chilling truth Clara hadn’t seen coming. He was Mr. Change of Heart. As weeks passed, their conversations dwindled; the promises faded, and Clara found herself alone in a whirlwind of heartbreak. Each day, it took everything in her to rise from bed, the weight of sadness pressing down like a heavy cloak.

Time went on, and as Mason emerged from the wreckage of their love, he seemed unaffected, reveling in life like nothing had ever happened. She learned about his new girl, a reflection of all the qualities that had once captivated her. It stung like a fresh wound. While Mason was Mr. Perfectly Fine, smiling casually over coffee with his new love, Clara adopted the title of Miss Misery, caught in the aftermath of his indifference. She often questioned, "How's your heart after breaking mine?"

It was a quiet acceptance that began to settle within her—the realization that he had never truly cared for the pain he left behind. As she walked through the hallways of their shared past, every corner echoed memories of their laughter, contrasting sharply with his nonchalance now. He wore his well-pressed suit like armor, exuding an air of superiority, capturing attention wherever he went. Everyone seemed to admire him, while Clara felt small, lost in the shadows of their shared memories.

One day, she found herself standing in the very same room where they had shared countless moments together. Now, it was filled with strangers—and there was Mason, sitting confidently in the best seat of the house. Her heart clawed at her chest, filled with both nostalgia and a lingering bitterness. It was clear he had moved on effortlessly, seemingly untouched by the past. The shame of it stung, knowing that she had once been Miss Here to Stay, a steadfast promise turned into product of her imagination.

But Clara had found her resolve. In the depths of her soul, she whispered, “I will be alright someday,” allowing the words to resonate with a newfound strength. The day would come when she would release the sadness, and by then, maybe Mason would realize the consequences of his callousness. As she turned to leave, a heavy sense of closure washed over her. Goodbye, Mr. Perfectly Fine, she thought. As she stepped out into the world, shedding the weight of his indifference, she embraced her own potential, finally ready to reclaim her story. And while she may have been Miss Misery for the last time, she was determined to become so much more.