Eight years ago, Y/N and Draco Malfoy were everything to each other. They grew up together, fell in love young, and for a while, it felt inevitable that they would stay that way. Until Draco ended it. Whatever his reasons were, he chose to walk away, leaving Y/N to pick up the pieces and eventually build a life that no longer had room for him. Years pass. Y/N deletes his number. Changes her routines. Finds new places, new friends, new memories. She stops looking back. Draco never does. Then, eight years later, an unknown number texts her. i shouldn’t be texting you. At first, Y/N has no idea who it is. Then the messages become strangely specific. He remembers where she used to sit. The songs she listened to. Her favourite bookstore. Little details she had forgotten herself. And eventually, she realizes exactly who is behind the number. Draco. He claims he isn’t trying to disturb her. He knows she doesn’t want him back in her life. But everywhere he goes, something reminds him of her. A song. A place. A familiar corner of a restaurant. And after eight years, he still hasn’t managed to stop seeing her everywhere. Y/N refuses to give him what he’s looking for. Especially after he was the one who ended them. But Draco isn’t asking for forgiveness. He’s asking the question he’s spent eight years trying not to ask: What would their lives have looked like if he had never let her go? And Y/N is forced to confront something she’d buried long ago too: sometimes moving on doesn’t mean the past stops hurting. Because Draco may have left eight years ago. But apparently, he never really left her behind.