TC

Every single time her ex’s name flashes across her screen, Y/N’s heart drops into the exact same trap. She knows the drill by heart. He’s going to be wasted, pathetic, and suffocating in his own solitude—slurring out the same desperate pleas, begging for just one more chance, swearing it’ll be different. And every single time, her brain screams at her to drop the phone. He’s lied to her so many times the words have lost all meaning. Yet, like clockwork, her fingers are already reaching for her keys. She runs to him. She fixes him. And the reward for her mercy is always waiting for her the second the sun comes up: a cold screen, a blocked number, and the soul-crushing humiliation of passing a boy who acts like she doesn't exist as they cross paths on campus.