She hadn’t been looking for him, yet his image appeared during ordinary moments, tugging at her thoughts. At home, she seemed present but distant, her mind drifting elsewhere. Subtle changes followed: a new hairstyle, a touch of color, small gestures meant to feel alive again. Her phone felt more personal now—nothing secretive, only emotions she didn’t fully understand.
Around him, her presence softened; comparisons formed without effort. Coincidences felt intentional, stirring a bittersweet guilt. In the end, she realized it wasn’t him she sought, but the return of herself.
