When it came to being with Gojo, you were never the obvious choice. You were the other woman, the second option, the quiet presence lingering in the background of his life. The one who loved too much and asked for too little. But it had not always been that way. Once upon a time, you were everything to him.

Before Gojo ever met the other girl, Yuri, he met you first. You were there before the confusion, before the distance, before the excuses. You were the one who stood beside him when everything still felt simple and warm. You shared first kisses that were shy and clumsy, first dates that lasted longer than planned because neither of you wanted to go home, and conversations that made you feel like you had found your other half. Back then, it felt like destiny, like the world had gently nudged the two of you together for a reason.

Then she appeared.

At first, Yuri did not seem like a threat. She smiled at him politely, spoke to him casually, and treated you with nothing but surface-level friendliness. You told yourself you were overthinking it. You trusted him. You trusted what the two of you had built together. But as time passed, something shifted. Her laughter lingered too long in his ears. Her messages popped up more often on his phone. Slowly, quietly, she began carving out a space in his life that once belonged to you.

What hurt the most was not just her presence. It was the fact that Gojo let her in. He opened doors for her that you thought were already closed. He allowed her to take what was once yours, piece by piece, until she was standing where you used to stand. The crown you wore as the love of his life slipped from your head without a fight, placed gently onto hers.

He still loved you. You were sure of that. But it was no longer the same kind of love. Not the kind that chose you without hesitation. Not the kind that put you first. You found yourself wondering what you lacked, what flaw made you so easy to replace. Maybe it was because Yuri was slightly older, more experienced, more put together. She could take care of herself and even take care of him. She was independent in ways you were still learning to be. Whenever you saw her talking to Gojo so confidently, laughing so freely, you felt smaller than ever, like a shadow of the person you used to be.

Then came the day that was supposed to be yours.

Your one year anniversary with Gojo arrived quietly, yet your heart was loud with anticipation. You baked a cake from scratch, frosting it carefully even when your hands shook. You decorated your apartment with soft lights and little details you knew he liked. You picked out movies you had talked about watching together, the kind that felt comforting and familiar. When everything was ready, you sat down and waited for him, telling yourself he would come any minute now.

As the sun began to set, doubt crept in, whispering cruel possibilities. Still, you waited. You checked your phone, then checked it again. The sky darkened, the city grew quieter, and the moon rose high enough to stare back at you through the window. Frustration settled heavy in your chest, and you let out a tired sigh, your hope thinning with every passing second.

Eventually, you opened Instagram, more out of habit than curiosity. That was when you saw it. Gojo had posted a story.

Your fingers trembled as you tapped on it.

The image shattered you instantly. Instead of being with you, instead of celebrating the year you had spent loving him, he was out on a date with Yuri. They were sitting close together, smiling, looking happy. The place was unmistakable. Your favorite restaurant. The one you had mentioned so many times. The one you had hoped to visit with him tonight.