Part 1

First Girl POV:

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I used to think she loved me more.

Not because she said it all the time.

But because she showed it.

Every day.

She was always the first one to text.

"Good morning, sleepyhead ❤️"

Every morning.

No matter how busy she was.

No matter how tired she felt.

And somehow...

I got used to it.

So used to it that I stopped appreciating it.

Whenever I had a bad day, she was there.

Whenever I was upset, she noticed.

Whenever I needed someone, she showed up.

But when she needed me?

I wasn't always there.

At least not in the way she needed.

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One night we were on a video call.

She was smiling, but something looked different.

Forced.

Like she was carrying something she didn't know how to say.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She looked away from the camera.

Then back at me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

She hesitated.

Then finally said,

"Do you still love me?"

I laughed softly.

Not because it was funny.

Because I thought the question was ridiculous.

"Where is this coming from now?"

She swallowed.

"I don't know..."

Her voice sounded smaller than usual.

Kk

"I just feel like I'm the only one trying lately."

I felt annoyed.

We had this conversation before.

Or at least I thought we had.

"You're overthinking again."

The moment those words left my mouth...

I watched something change in her eyes.

Not anger.

Not sadness.

Something worse.

Disappointment.

"I always overthink, right?"

She forced a smile.

"Forget it."

But she didn't forget it.

And neither did I.

Not really.

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After that, she became quieter.

The texts became shorter.

The calls became less frequent.

She still loved me.

I could tell.

But she wasn't reaching for me the way she used to.

At first, I enjoyed it.

Honestly.

I finally had space.

No emotional conversations.

No questions.

No arguments.

No pressure.

Then one morning...

I woke up.

And there was no good morning text.

It sounds stupid now.

Such a small thing.

But it felt strange.

Like waking up and realizing something familiar was missing.

I checked my phone again.

Nothing.

Hours later she finally texted.

"Morning."

Just that.

No heart.

No nickname.

No extra message.

For some reason...

That hurt more than I expected.

Days passed.

And the distance between us kept growing.

Not all at once.

Little by little.

Like watching a sunset.

You don't notice it disappearing until the sky is already dark.

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One night she called me.

I almost didn't answer.

I was busy scrolling through videos.

But I picked up anyway.

"Hey."

Her voice sounded nervous.

"Hey."

There was silence.

Long silence.

Then she finally spoke.

"I miss you."

I frowned.

"What do you mean? We talked yesterday."

Another silence.

"No."

She laughed sadly.

"I miss you."

And for the first time...

I didn't know what to say.

Because deep down...

I knew exactly what she meant.

But admitting it would've meant admitting something else.

That maybe...

I was losing her.

And I wasn't ready to face that yet.

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To be continued... 💔🏳️‍🌈

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