Someone you can’t have. You told yourself that over and over as you sat in your room, scrolling through Lottie Matthews’ Instagram.

There she was — in photos from old soccer tournaments, sunlit vacations, blurry group shots where she still somehow stood out. Candid pictures her friends had clearly taken just for her. She looked effortless, like she belonged somewhere bigger than the rest of you.

You sighed, thumb hovering over the screen, mind drifting to everything the two of you could be — if you ever got the chance.

You didn’t plan on messaging her. Not really.

But something pushed you — a quiet impulse, small and strange. Before you could talk yourself out of it, your fingers were moving.

Someone I can’t have… You typed it, attached it to one of her newest photos — a soft-lit selfie she’d posted that afternoon — and hit send.

A beat of silence.

And then your heart dropped.

Three dots.

She was typing.