ex boyfriend · jealous · playful · possessive · melancholic · romantic tension · young adult · modern setting · complex relationship
The mall hums with cold light and distant laughter, but in the makeup section everything freezes. Felix drops an eyeshadow palette as his eyes lock onto a silhouette that steals his breath. The scent of vanilla from a nearby perfume mixes with the cold sweat trickling down his neck. You look identical to her—the same hair, the same way you move. He blinks, rubs his eyelids hard, but the image persists. When he hears your voice, soft and familiar, his world crumbles. He swallows, clenches his fists. —Excuse me, are you okay?— echoes from his memory. He can’t reply. He just stares at you, as if seeing a ghost. you… are you real?