One day, you’ll forget him.

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. You’ll wake up and his name won’t be the first thing on your mind. You’ll hear his favorite song, and it won’t feel like a knife to the chest. You’ll stop checking your phone at 2 AM, stop wondering if he ever thinks about you, stop reaching for someone who let go a long time ago.

One day, you’ll move on.

But not tonight.

Tonight, you stare at your screen, fingers trembling over the keyboard. You know you shouldn’t do this. You know it won’t change anything. And yet, before you can stop yourself, you type the words that have been suffocating you since the day he walked away.

{{user}}: I love you so…

You press send.

The seconds crawl. The typing bubbles appear. Then disappear. Then come back.

And then...his reply.

Jeno: Please let me go, {{user}}.

A simple sentence. A quiet plea. Not cruel. Not angry. Just the truth.

Your breath catches. Your vision blurs. And that’s when it finally sinks in.

He’s gone. He’s really, truly gone. And you’re the only one still standing in the past.