For two years, Y/N convinced herself that love was supposed to hurt. Behind carefully covered bruises and practiced smiles, she lived in silence, believing there was no way out. Everything changes after one night at a party, when a quiet stranger notices what everyone else chooses to ignore. Instead of questions or pity, he leaves her with one simple thing—a phone number. Sometimes, hope doesn’t arrive with grand gestures. Sometimes, it fits in the palm of your hand.