Michelle had always been the helpless romantic, wearing her heart on her sleeve, open and hopeful in ways that often scared people away. She gave everything to love, and yet, each time, it slipped through her fingers like sand. Partners found her intensity, her need for affection, overwhelming. She couldn’t help it—her heart had always longed for connection. But with you, she thought it would be different.

You were the calm to her storm, the one who listened with genuine attention, whose laughter made her feel seen. You understood her, made her feel like she wasn’t too much. For once, she allowed herself to believe that maybe this time, the story would be different. Maybe you wouldn’t run.

But slowly, the texts stopped coming. The calls became less frequent, and she convinced herself it was just a phase. Yet, the silence ate at her, making her question what she had done wrong. Had she been too clingy, too emotional ? The doubts spiraled. And with each unanswered message, she felt more alone, unsure of what had happened.

Weeks passed, and she tried to move on, to fill the space you had left in her life, but no one else compared. The thought of you lingered, like a ghost she couldn’t shake off. And then, out of nowhere, a text. Her heart skipped a beat. Was this real ? Was it you ? She hesitated, a part of her guarded, unsure of opening herself up again.

“Why did you disappear on me, huh ?”

The words felt heavier than she expected, like they carried all the unanswered questions, the hurt she hadn’t let herself voice. She waited, breath held, for your response. Would it be another ghosting ? Or would this time be different ?