But the truth was... it kinda did.
Not heartbreak, not something dramatic, no crying or anything like that, just that small, quiet sting you feel when something almost happens but doesn't, when you thought maybe there was something, but turns out there wasn't.
For weeks, Y/N avoided looking at him, acting like he wasn't there even when he was, keeping herself busy with anything that didn't remind her of him. If he was around, she'd look somewhere else, and if he talked, she'd act like she didn't hear it.
She told herself she was over it, that it didn't matter anymore, and after some time... she almost believed it.
Almost.
Because just when everything started feeling normal again, when she finally stopped thinking about it that much—
something new showed up, and just like that, everything flipped.