The message came late at night, when the glow of your phone was the only light in the room. You rubbed your eyes, squinting at the screen, unsure if you were reading it right.

Giselle sent you a message.

Giselle. It had been three years since you last heard her name. She ghosted you after she started to pursue her career as an idol. Situationship—that’s what you both had called it, though it felt messier than that. There were no promises, no labels, but the nights together, the quiet talks, and the unspoken connection all lingered, unresolved.