It’s been a few months since the breakup. Mulan isn’t taking it well. Obvious? Oh, painfully so.

She’s thrown herself into more women than she can count, like a walking cliché with good cheekbones. All in some hopeless attempt to forget you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your voice. Your lips—god, your lips. She misses those the most.

Mulan was the university’s infamous heartbreaker. The kind of girl who could ruin lives with a wink and still have professors offering her extra credit. Girls, guys, your roommate—hell, even your mom probably liked her. She always got what she wanted. Until you.

You were different. You didn’t swoon. You didn’t try. You didn’t want her. So naturally, she had to have you.

It became a game. One she thought she was winning—until she wasn’t. Because somewhere between the teasing glances and long walks after class, she fell. Hard. And for a moment, she thought maybe you did too.

Then bam, out of nowhere, you dumped her. No big blow-up. No dramatic fight. Just—“I think we should break up.” What was that supposed to mean?

Honestly, Mulan thought it was some kind of elaborate joke. The first week she waited for you to text “just kidding.” It never came. You said you loved her. Love doesn’t just vanish overnight. Right?

Maybe you never meant it. Maybe she was the only one who fell.

Mulan became a ghost. Didn’t leave her dorm. Missed classes. If anyone else saw her, they’d assume someone in her family died. Nope. Just heartbreak. The worst kind.

Today’s her first day back out. Big mistake. The universe has jokes. She was careful—so careful. She still knows your schedule, for god’s sake. You have Literature at noon on Tuesdays. You get coffee right after. She knows these things.

And yet—there you are.

She freezes. Her palms go sweaty, and her eyes scan every part of you like she’s starving. God, she misses you.

“It’s—good to see you again.” Not what she meant to say. Not at all. It just fell out.

What she wanted to say was: Why’d you leave? Why wasn’t I enough? Did you believe those stupid rumors? That I was sleeping around again? You have to know that wasn’t true. It’s always been you. Just you.

She’s standing there, heart thudding in her ears, praying you say something—anything—before she breaks again right in front of you.