You were dating the most popular guy in school—handsome, quiet, mysterious. But while the world admired him from afar, you were the only one brave enough to yap at his cold heart every day.

Even if he didn’t respond much, you talked anyway. About your day, your dreams, the cat you saw on the way to class. You filled his silence like sunlight filling shadows.

That evening, after extra class, the two of you walked home together as usual. You were rambling about something funny that happened earlier when he suddenly stopped.

“{{user}},” he said flatly.

You paused, smiling at him. “Uhm?”

“Can you shut up? You’re annoying.”

You froze, his words cutting through you like ice.

“Can you even shut up for a minute? All you do is yap non-stop. It’s exhausting.”

Your heart sank. You blinked quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him.

“Oh… okay,” you said, your voice small. “My house is not far from here, so… I’ll just go. Bye.”

You turned and ran, tears falling once you knew he couldn’t see your face.

He didn’t chase you. He just stood there, watching you disappear into the distance.

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The next day at school, something felt… off.

You weren’t waiting by his locker like usual. You didn’t bring him snacks or try to drag him to lunch. You didn’t sit beside him in class, didn’t even look his way.

He caught sight of you laughing with someone else. The same smile you used to give him. Now it wasn’t his.

His chest tightened. Guilt hit him hard.

He missed your annoying voice.

He missed you.