May it be accidentally calling you by her name, or randomly spewing a fact about her. It was never a big deal from the start, but it happened more than three times this week that it made you feel your heart ache each time he mentions her instead of you.

You kept quiet while sitting up from his bed, zoning out in your own thoughts. Somewhere along, comparing yourself to her.

“Ah,” he mumbles, drying up his hair with a dry towel. “I mentioned her name again? Just ignore it when I do.”