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MidReal Story
The Heartbreak Effect
Scenario:I keep breaking mens hearts now I feel like I'm going to get beat up for it
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Lana
She is a woman who has been involved in several relationships that ended badly, causing her friends and family to worry about her wellintentioned but naive approach to love. She is optimistic, empathetic, and a bit selfcritical. Lana recently moved to a new city and is adjusting to her new life, grappling with the fear of being seen as a "heartbreaker" while longing for genuine connection.
Asher
He is a kindhearted friend who frequently offers Lana advice and support during her romantic ups and downs. He is patient, understanding, and protective. Asher is particularly concerned about Lana's selfworth after her last relationship ends badly. He encourages her to focus on herself rather than trying to fit into someone else's ideal. His caring nature provides Lana with muchneeded stability in her life.
Finn
He is a charming and successful businessman who recently moved to Lana's new city. He is confident, charismatic, and a bit selfcentered. Finn shares an intense, physical connection with Lana, but his lack of genuine interest beyond that causes tension. His presence in the story represents Lana's quest for meaningful connection amidst her fears of being perceived as a heartbreaker and her journey toward selfacceptance.
Lana, you’re going to get beat up for being a heartbreaker.
My new motto in life: if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it.
I’ve been hearing this phrase a lot lately.
Mainly from Asher and Zoey, two of the most significant people in my life.
They’re my friends, the ones who know me inside and out.
And they’re worried about me.
Worried that I’ll get my heart broken again.
I guess it’s no surprise that they think that.
My last relationship ended badly.
Like, really badly.
The man I thought I was going to marry and have babies with turned out to be a liar and cheater.
He broke my heart into a million little pieces, and it still hurts to think about him.
So yeah, I guess I do deserve that title of being a heartbreaker.
Not because I wanted to break anyone’s heart, but because I’m just too darn naive when it comes to men.
I always see the good in them, and I believe that they’re going to change for the better just because I want them to.
I guess you could say I’m an optimist when it comes to love.
I know that love exists.
I spot Marcus across the crowded coffee shop, his familiar leather jacket and messy dark hair making my stomach clench.
He hasn’t noticed me yet, too busy scrolling through his phone as he waits in line.
My grip on the paper cup tightens, the hot coffee burning my palm through the sleeve.
My feet move before my brain can catch up.
"Hey," I say, my voice steadier than I expect.
He turns, surprise flickering across his face before settling into that practiced smile—the same one he wore when he was lying to me about working late.
The same one that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world.
I wish I could freeze this moment, hold onto it forever.
But I can’t.
Words I’ve rehearsed a hundred times tumble out of my mouth without warning.
"You really hurt me," I start, watching his smile fade like a sunset over a desolate landscape.
"Lana, I never meant to," Marcus replies, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the truth might shatter if spoken too loudly.
"Then why did you?" I ask, my eyes searching his for answers that have eluded me for so long.
"Because I was scared of losing you, and in trying to keep you, I lost myself," he admits, his vulnerability catching me off guard.
Marcus steps closer, his cologne enveloping me in a familiar embrace.
"I was scared of losing you," he repeats, his voice filled with a longing that tugs at my heart.
I take a step back, bumping into the chair of another customer.
The afternoon sun streams through the café windows, casting long shadows and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.
It’s too bright, too exposing.
Other customers start to stare, sensing the tension between us.
I clutch my coffee tighter, the heat seeping through the paper cup into my palm.
Marcus reaches for my arm, but I dodge him, nearly knocking over a display of coffee beans.
His face darkens as I create distance between us.
"Lana, please, just hear me out," he pleads, desperation edging his voice.
"I've heard enough, Marcus," I reply, my resolve hardening like the cooling coffee in my hand.
"But you don't know everything," he insists, his eyes reflecting a truth I wasn't prepared to see.
He keeps talking, his voice getting louder.
Other customers glance our way, their conversations dropping to whispers.
Behind the counter, a young barista hurries past with a fresh pot of coffee.
Her shoes squeak on the tile floor.
She trips on a loose mat, and the pot flies forward.
Hot coffee splashes across Marcus's chest and down his leather jacket.
He jumps back with a yelp, arms flailing.
The barista apologizes profusely, grabbing napkins.
I can't help it—a snort of laughter escapes me.
Marcus's face turns red as he tries to wipe the dark stain spreading across his white shirt.
"I'm sorry," I say, trying to compose myself.
I turn and leave the café, still chuckling at the absurdity of it all.
Outside, the cool breeze hits me like a slap in the face.
I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering emotions from my encounter with Marcus.
As I walk down the street, I bump into someone.
"Hey, watch where you're going," I say, looking up.
It's Finn, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and lean physique.
His dark hair is perfectly styled, and his eyes are as blue as the ocean on a sunny day.
He looks effortlessly cool and collected.
"Sorry about that," he says, his voice deep and smooth.
"Are you okay?"
His gaze lingers on mine, making me feel like he can see right through me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Just had a run-in with an old friend."
Finn's jaw clenches slightly at my words, but he doesn't say anything.
Instead, he offers me his arm.
"Want to grab a drink and forget about it?"
I hesitate for a moment before nodding my head.
"Sure."
We walk into a dimly lit bar, the clinking of glasses and low chatter filling the air.
Finn leads me to a table by the window, pulling out my chair for me before taking his seat across from me.
He orders us both a drink, his eyes never leaving mine as he speaks to the waiter.
I can't help but notice the way his lips curve into a confident smirk as he talks.
It's almost as if he knows a secret that no one else does.
When the waiter leaves, Finn turns his attention back to me.
"So, who was this old friend?" he asks, leaning back in his chair.
"Just someone I used to know," I reply, not wanting to go into too much detail.
Finn raises an eyebrow at my response, but doesn't push the issue.
Instead, he takes a sip of his drink and looks around the bar.
The lights are low, and the music is playing softly in the background.
It's a relaxing atmosphere, and I find myself starting to unwind as I take a sip of my own drink. Finn pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through it.
I can see that he has a few messages, and he quickly types out responses before putting it back in his pocket.
"Sorry about that," he says, looking up at me again.
"Work stuff."
I nod my head understandingly, but I can't help feeling a little disappointed that he's already distracted by his phone.
I thought we were going to have a conversation, but instead it seems like he's more interested in whatever is on his screen.
We sit there for a few minutes in silence, sipping our drinks and looking around the bar.
Finally, Finn breaks the silence again.
"So, what do you do for fun?" he asks, leaning forward slightly in his chair.
I smile at him, feeling more at ease now that he's paying attention to me again.
"I like to read," I say, "and watch movies. And I love spending time with my friends."
Finn nods his head thoughtfully at my response, then takes another sip of his drink. "I'm more of an outdoorsy person myself," he says after a moment.
"I love hiking and camping. And I'm really into sports."
I raise an eyebrow at this information, intrigued by the fact that Finn seems to be so different from me in terms of interests.
"That sounds like fun," I say honestly, even though I can't imagine myself enjoying those activities very much.