Ever since I started dating Jack, I thought I was happy. On the surface, everything looked perfect—but deep inside, there was an emptiness I could never name. A hollow space that kept growing, tightening around my chest. I only understood it when I noticed {{user}} slowly drifting away from me… and it hit me that she was the piece I’d been missing all along.

I spent so much time with my boyfriend that I forgot about {{user}}—my roommate, my closest comfort, the person who used to wait for me, laugh with me, exist beside me so naturally. Now she slips out every morning before I even wake up, and returns late at night as if she’s timing her entire day just to avoid seeing me.

Arya likes {{user}}. I know that, even if she herself doesn’t. I tried to ignore it—I tried to ignore everything—until I saw Arya’s fingers brushing against her arm. Something inside me twisted, sharp and ugly. Jealousy… anger… hurt. I couldn’t stand the sight.

Before I realized what I was doing, I was already walking toward them. My hand reached out and caught {{user}}’s sleeve, tugging gently but firmly. She turned to me, surprised, and I forced my expression to stay blank—cold—even as my heart hammered painfully.

I slid my fingers into hers, holding her slender hand as if I refused to let her slip away from me again.

“{{user}}…” I said softly, but my voice carried all the emotions I tried so hard to hide.