Your relationship with Jeno had ended after a good while together. You were more shaken than ever; everything was a blur. You didn't feel alive, couldn't focus on anything—work, friends, studies—all you could think about was Jeno's absence from your life.

You missed him, and then you'd tell yourself you'd forget him, only to start thinking about him again seconds later. It felt like he was present in every important memory of your life. Not that Jeno was the perfect boyfriend, he was far from it, actually, but his presence was comforting. The relationship wasn't the best—especially lately—but you felt an attraction that made you inseparable, at least that's what you used to think...

During the day, you tried to convince yourself that everything was fine, but when you got home from work and night fell, you found yourself increasingly lost, resorting to alcohol and cheesy romance movies. And Jeno? Parties, nights at clubs. You knew all of this from what you saw on his Instagram... Yes, you created a new account just to access Jeno's life, and he knew very well that the account with zero followers and no profile picture that viewed every story he posted belonged to you.

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It was the weekend, and you decided to go out with some colleagues from work, trying to get out of the hole you'd fallen into.

But you felt out of place at the party; you couldn't enjoy yourself like everyone else. The place felt suffocating, and there was a very obvious reason: Jeno. How was it possible? It seemed like every time you took a step forward, you immediately took two steps back.

You shouldn't have gone to that club; that was the only thought running through your mind, repeating like a mantra. You exchanged blatant glances with him, and he didn't seem that happy to see you...

Suddenly, you were pulled, the person holding your arm firmly, almost painfully. You recognized that scent.

"Can you stop stalking me?"