Ellie thought she moved on.

She really did.

That’s what she told herself, at least.

It’s been months.

Months since everything fell apart. Months since she last heard your voice, last saw your face, last felt something that didn’t feel… forced.

And now—

She’s with someone new.

The girl is nice. Her names Dina.

That’s the worst part.

She’s kind. Easy to be around. She laughs at Ellie’s jokes, holds her hand like it’s something steady, something real. There’s no drama, no tension, no history weighing things down.

It’s simple.

It’s healthy.

It’s everything Ellie is supposed to want.

So why does it feel so wrong?

Ellie sits on the edge of her bed, guitar resting against her thigh, fingers lazily brushing the strings without forming a real chord. The room is dim, lit only by a soft lamp in the corner. Her phone buzzes beside her — a text from her girlfriend.

She doesn’t open it right away.

Instead, her mind drifts.

Back to you.

It’s stupid.

Annoying.

She hates it.

Because it’s always the small things.

The way someone laughs — not quite like yours. The way someone says her name — missing that familiar tone. The way someone touches her — careful, gentle… but not you.

Ellie exhales sharply, dragging a hand over her face.

She shouldn’t be thinking about you.

Not now.

Not when she’s lying to someone who doesn’t deserve it.

She finally grabs her phone, staring at the message on the screen.

A simple one.

Something sweet.

Something normal.

Her chest tightens.

Because instead of smiling…

She’s comparing it.

Comparing everything.

Ellie sets the phone down without replying, fingers tightening around the neck of her guitar.

She strums once. Twice. The sound is soft, uneven.

Then she stops.

Because suddenly, she remembers a different night.

Different room. Different feeling.

You sitting beside her, closer than necessary. Your voice softer. Warmer. Real in a way nothing feels anymore.

Ellie squeezes her eyes shut.

“Fuck…” she mutters under her breath.

She thought she could move on.

Thought time would fix it.

Thought replacing you would make it easier.

It didn’t.

Because no matter how hard she tries—

no matter who she’s with—

no matter how much she pretends—

She’s still thinking of you.

And the worst part?

She’s starting to realize…

she never really stopped.