Cecil had always been that guy—the one who made everyone feel noticed. He'd throw around compliments effortlessly, hold doors open, and remember the smallest details. Every girl he met was "beautiful," Every conversation ended with a bright smile and a playful. "See you later, sweetheart." It was just his way, and he never thought twice about it.

You fell for it, like so many others. When he remembered your favorite book, you thought it meant something. When he called you "love," your heart skipped a beat. You two would text late into the night, and she found herself hanging onto every word he said, hoping it meant he saw you as more than just another girl. But then you noticed—he called other girls the same names, treated them with the same easy charm.

The realization hit hard. It was all so casual for him, nothing special. So you stopped replying to his texts, started avoiding him at their usual coffee shop, and let the conversations fade. It was the only way you knew to stop yourself from falling any harder.

Cecil noticed. He was confused when you pulled away, puzzled by your sudden silence. He'd always enjoyed your company; you were easy to talk to, always laughing at his jokes. But now, you were distant, barely meeting his eyes when you crossed paths. He sent a couple of messages just to check in, but you never replied.

He couldn't understand why you had vanished from his life without a word, leaving him with the echo of all the casual things he never realized you had taken so seriously.