"Copy-Paste Romance"

I always thought my relationship was normal. We argued. We made up.

You know — the usual. <break time="0.5s" /> Until one night, I got a text from an unknown number: “You and I need

to talk… about her.” My stomach dropped. I replied: “Who is this?” No answer.

Just one picture. Her — holding hands with someone — but the face was blurred. I showed her the

picture. She laughed. Said it was me, just from a long time ago.

Problem: I never owned that jacket. And I NEVER wore bracelets. <break time="0.5s" /> That night,

she fell asleep. Her smartwatch lit up on her wrist. A message: “Can’t wait to see

you again, baby 💋” Her heartbeat tracked on the screen. It SHOT UP — like