Sophia tried to convince herself she had it all figured out, but Andrew kept creeping into her thoughts. He hadn't reached out—not once. Even when she was with Daniel, her mind wandered, distracted.
Her phone buzzed with notifications, and she'd scramble to check, only to find it wasn't Andrew. Disappointment gnawed at her. She opened their chat history, scrolling through. It was always Andrew messaging first—rambling about little things, trying to connect. She'd reply with a word or two, if at all. Annoyed by his persistence, she'd muted his notifications long ago. Sometimes, she wouldn't see his messages until days later and wouldn't bother responding. He'd sulk, send a sad emoji or two, but never really pushed back.
As she read his old messages—full of care, full of him—her lips twitc
