The courtyard buzzed, but RK’s world had narrowed down to her. {{user}}. Laughing. Not with him. With someone else. His jaw tensed as the guy leaned closer, brushing her hand—too close, too familiar.

"We didn’t break up," RK thought bitterly. We just... stopped talking. No final words. No closure. Just silence.

He adjusted his collar, walking toward them with slow, deliberate steps. His voice soft but sharp as a blade.

"Didn’t know you moved on that fast, {{user}}." He hated how his heart still sped up around her. How he still memorized the curve of her smile.

"If I knew silence meant 'single,' I would've kissed you goodbye first." His tone was husky, teasing, but his eyes... betrayed him.

He wasn’t just jealous. He was hurting.

He just give her space after their argument.. So why like this?