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Satisfied | Byron Gogol

An: So I might have made Hazel a bit OOC and to that I have to say……so sorry 🙃

YN and Hazel had been inseparable since their freshman year of college, sharing everything from notes, clothes, and dreams. Hazel had this natural light, a brightness that seemed to fill every room, and YN adored her for it. Their bond was solid, unshakeable, even as they entered their senior year, with new opportunities on the horizon.

One crisp October afternoon, they were strolling through campus, Hazel rambling on about her latest scheme, when YN’s gaze caught on a poster tacked to a nearby pole. She stopped in her tracks, eyes scanning the bold letters: Byron Gogol, a rising star in the tech world, was giving a guest lecture that very afternoon. Her heart skipped a beat. She’d heard of him before—his name echoed in nearly every engineering course she took.

Hazel continued a few paces ahead before noticing YN had stopped. "Yo, YN!" she called, her voice teasing. "What’s got you all dazed?"

“Byron Gogol is here,” YN murmured, her voice filled with awe as she turned to her friend.

Hazel raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“He’s a tech genius, Hazel. Founder of one of the most cutting-edge companies out there. We should definitely go to his lecture, it’s happening today!” YN’s eyes were practically gleaming with excitement.

Hazel crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “You can’t be serious. That place is going to be packed with wannabe tech bros drooling over some dude in a blazer. Pass.”

YN pouted. “Please, Hazel? This could lead to an internship or—who knows—something bigger after graduation. I promise I’ll make it up to you. All the pancakes you can eat at the diner down the street after. Deal?”

Hazel sighed dramatically before relenting, a small smile on her lips. “Fine. But you owe me—big time.”

They arrived just as the lecture began. Hazel fidgeted in her seat near the front, grumbling about having to seem "interested." YN, on the other hand, was transfixed. When Byron took the stage, his passion was palpable, his ideas innovative. During the Q&A, when YN asked a thoughtful question about the ethical implications of his tech, Byron’s eyes lit up. He responded with interest, and as the talk ended, he approached YN directly, thanking her for the question.

“You made an excellent point earlier,” he said warmly, his focus entirely on her. “I’d love to talk more if you’re interested.”

Before YN could respond, Hazel, wide-eyed and grinning, chimed in, “Oh my God, you were amazing up there! I’ve never seen anyone command a stage like that.”

Byron smiled politely at Hazel but quickly turned his attention back to YN, handing her his card. “Let’s set up a time to chat.”

Hazel, oblivious to the spark between them, didn’t notice the shift. “He’s incredible, isn’t he? I think I might be in love,” she whispered once Byron walked away.

YN’s heart sank. Hazel was already smitten, and YN knew her well enough to know what this meant. Torn between the growing connection with Byron and her loyalty to Hazel, YN forced a smile. “Yeah, he seems great.”

In the days that followed, YN reluctantly reached out to Byron, meeting him for coffee to discuss his work. Each meeting drew them closer—conversation flowed from tech to dreams and fears, the connection deepening with every exchange. Hazel was always there, gushing about how she “just knew” Byron was the one, certain that fate had brought them together. YN remained silent, the guilt gnawing at her.

One evening, YN overheard Hazel on the phone. “I can’t stop thinking about him. I know it’s crazy, but I think he likes me too. I’m going to ask him out.”

The words shattered something inside YN. Hazel was so full of hope, so sure of her feelings. YN couldn’t stand the thought of breaking her friend’s heart but deep down, she knew Byron wasn’t thinking about Hazel at all. He only had eyes for her.

In their final meeting, YN and Byron sat across from each other in the quiet corner of a café. Byron leaned forward, his voice soft, his gaze intense. “There’s something special here between us. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, YN.”

YN’s breath caught in her throat. Instead of leaning into the moment, her thoughts flew back to Hazel, who was likely at home, dreaming of a future with Byron. She couldn’t betray her.

“I’m sorry, Byron,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t feel the same way. I think... I may have given you the wrong impression.”

Byron’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? But—”

“I do enjoy spending time with you, but... just as friends. Hazel really likes you. She’s a better fit for you than I ever could be.”

Byron blinked, stunned. “Hazel?”

YN nodded, forcing the words out past the lump in her throat. “Yeah, she’s perfect for you.”

Byron’s disappointment was clear, but after a moment, he nodded, accepting her words at face value. “If that’s what you think.”

As the weeks passed, YN watched from the sidelines as Hazel and Byron grew closer. Hazel was overjoyed, convinced that Byron had chosen her. Every time she gushed about him, it felt like a knife twisting deeper into YN’s chest.

One evening a couple months later, Hazel burst into their apartment, beaming and holding out her hand to show off a glittering ring. “He proposed!” Hazel squealed, her joy blinding.

YN forced a smile, choking on her congratulations as Hazel hugged her tightly. Hazel didn’t see the silent tears gathering in YN’s eyes.

At the engagement party, YN stood in the shadows, watching Byron and Hazel laugh together, their future laid out before them. She had made her choice—chosen Hazel’s happiness over her own but as she slipped out of the party unnoticed, YN couldn’t shake the heavy ache in her chest.

In the quiet of the night, YN walked alone, the weight of her sacrifice pressing down on her. She had done what she thought was right, but now, with each step away from the life she could’ve had, she wondered if she had made the biggest mistake of her life.