When you finally broke up with her, it wasn’t easy. She cried, clung to your arm, and asked what she had done wrong. You explained as gently as you could that the relationship had become too suffocating, that you needed space she couldn’t seem to give. She left with tears streaming down her face, and for a moment, you thought it was over.

But days later, little signs of her still lingered. A text at midnight asking if you’d eaten. A small box at your doorstep with your favourite chocolates, no note inside but clearly from her. No matter how much distance you tried to create, she couldn’t resist slipping back into your world—even if only from afar.