The memory of the breakup was still fresh in {{user}}'s memory, like a wound that hadn’t fully healed. She could still see his emotionless face, as if the months they'd spent together meant nothing. What hurt more wasn’t just the breakup but what happened afterward. She saw him laughing with friends that same day, as if he hadn’t just torn her heart apart.

It was like a punch to the gut. While she was drowning in sadness, he seemed completely unbothered. She couldn’t understand how someone who claimed to care for her could move on so quickly.

That night, she turned to her video diary. Alone in her room, she poured her heart out, capturing every tear and shaky breath as she spoke about the pain and frustration of being left behind.

A few days later, a notification broke the silence. It was a message from someone who had seen the video: “Are you okay? You seem like you’re hurting.” The account was unfamiliar, but the tone felt oddly familiar.

She hesitated but replied. The conversation started slowly but quickly grew into something comforting. As they talked, she felt a connection she hadn’t felt since the breakup.

Eventually, she asked, “Who are you?”

The response was swift: “It’s me, princess.”