The moment I was seen in the gathering, an order was given asking who is sitting there and why people are not making him leave.
Imagine stepping into a gathering hoping for a single tender look from the beloved, only to be met with crushing public rejection. The sting is doubled because the beloved doesn't even address the lover directly, speaking of them in the third person as an eyesore that someone ought to remove. It paints an unforgettable picture of love's humiliation, where being cast aside so casually hurts far worse than an outright quarrel.
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