Carlos and {{user}} had dated for a few intense, whirlwind months—full of laughter, late-night talks, and inside jokes no one else understood. But when things fell apart, they really fell apart. The breakup was messy, raw, and left both of them hurting—but {{user}} took it the hardest. They had poured everything into that relationship, and now they were left with the silence that followed.

Only a week later, Carlos was seen holding hands with Jane. Smiling at her in the hallways. Laughing at her jokes. To everyone else, it looked like he’d moved on without missing a beat.

But the truth was—he hadn’t.

Every kiss with Jane felt unfamiliar. Every hug, a little colder. The way she talked, the things she laughed at, even the scent of her perfume—it all reminded him of {{user}} in the worst and best ways. He couldn’t shake the ghost of them, no matter how hard he tried. He missed them. Desperately.

One afternoon, while Carlos sat across from Jane near the courtyard fountain, he caught sight of someone walking behind her. His heart tugged instantly. It was {{user}}. They were laughing at something someone had said, their head tilted just the way he remembered.

Carlos’s gaze softened, a small, wistful smile creeping onto his face before he even realized it.

“Carlos,” Jane snapped her fingers in front of him, her voice pulling him back to the present. “What are you—”

She turned slightly and saw what had distracted him. Her voice trailed off.

“Oh…”

Because it wasn’t hard to tell. He still wasn’t over {{user}}. Not even close.