SHIP — SophiaxY/N

Written by — @Minaliter (Me!!)

Sophia sat at her desk, eyes glued to her phone. The text from Y/N had come in a few hours ago, just like it always did. *"Hey, babe. Busy day, but I'll call you tonight, okay? Miss you."*

She smiled at first, as she always did, but something about the message felt different this time. It wasn't the usual warmth she was used to—there was a coldness to it. Maybe it was just her mind running wild, but the more she thought about it, the more the doubts grew.

Y/N had been distant lately, not as quick to reply, and always making excuses about being busy with work or friends. Every time Sophia tried to ask about it, Y/N would shrug it off with a casual "You're just being paranoid." But Sophia couldn't shake the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. She'd seen the way Y/N's texts had become less frequent, the way their calls had gotten shorter.

Then, the other day, she saw something that made her freeze. Y/N's Instagram story—a picture of them at a bar, smiling with a group of friends. It was the picture of Y/N and some girl, her arm casually around their shoulders, leaning in to whisper something in their ear. The image was innocent enough, but the way the girl's hand lingered and the way Y/N's smile looked so natural made Sophia's heart ache.

She couldn't help herself. She started looking through their recent posts, their social media interactions—until she found more. Another post. Another picture of Y/N with that same girl, this time at a coffee shop. It was enough to make Sophia's head spin.

*Maybe I've been stupid. Maybe they've been cheating on me all along.*

Her heart hammered in her chest, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She couldn't breathe properly, her thoughts a whirlwind of hurt and confusion.

She couldn't wait any longer. She had to confront Y/N.

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That evening, when Y/N called, Sophia's voice came out colder than she intended.

"Hey," Y/N greeted, sounding tired but cheerful. "I'm sorry I didn't get to call earlier. Work's been crazy. How are you?"

Sophia's grip tightened around the phone. "I saw something today," she said, her words coming out sharp. "Something I don't like."

Y/N's voice faltered. "What are you talking about?"

Sophia's chest tightened. "Don't act like you don't know. Who's that girl you've been hanging out with? Why does she keep showing up in your posts? Why does it look like you're more than just friends?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Y/N's breathing slowed. "Sophia, what are you—"

"Don't lie to me!" Sophia's voice cracked. "You think I'm stupid? I can see it. You're cheating on me. You've been lying to me this whole time."

The accusation hit like a slap in the face. Y/N felt the air in their lungs leave, replaced by a cold silence. "Sophia," they said slowly, their voice hurt and confused. "I'm not cheating on you. I don't know where this is coming from, but you're wrong."

"No, I'm not!" Sophia snapped. "You've been distant lately. You've been acting weird. You've been lying about where you are and who you're with, and now this... it all makes sense! Don't you dare tell me I'm imagining things!"

Y/N's voice cracked, the sting of betrayal settling deep in their chest. "I'm not lying to you, Sophia. I promise. That girl you saw? She's just a friend from work. Nothing more. You're the only one I care about. Only you. I don't know why you're doing this, but I'm not cheating on you."

Sophia's eyes filled with tears, but she swallowed them down. "Then why didn't you tell me about her? Why didn't you mention her at all?"

Y/N's frustration boiled over. "I didn't think I needed to. I didn't think I had to explain every little thing to you. We've been together for over a year, Sophia. Don't you trust me?"

Her anger flared again, but underneath it was a deep fear, a vulnerability she didn't want to face. "How am I supposed to trust you when you're acting like this? How am I supposed to trust that you haven't been lying about everything?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Y/N's voice was barely a whisper when they spoke again. "I can't keep having this conversation if you're not going to believe me. If you're going to accuse me like this, then I don't know what to do anymore, Sophia."

Her breath caught in her throat. "You're saying you don't want to talk about it?"

Y/N's voice dropped, soft but firm. "I don't want to keep fighting. I need space, Sophia. I need you to trust me. This isn't us, okay?"

Sophia's chest tightened, her head spinning, and before she could stop herself, the words slipped out: "Maybe we shouldn't talk for a while."

The silence that followed felt like a heavy weight. Neither of them knew how to fix the distance between them now. Y/N's voice cracked. "I... I don't know what to say."

Sophia hung up before Y/N could say anything else, and the emptiness that followed felt like a wound she couldn't close.

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The next few days were a blur. Both of them sat in silence, too hurt and too proud to reach out. Sophia stared at her phone constantly, waiting for Y/N to text, to call, to say something—anything—but nothing came. She curled into herself, her doubts and insecurities growing with each passing hour.

It was only on the third day, when Sophia couldn't take the emptiness any longer, that she finally sent the message.

*I'm sorry. I overreacted. I let my fears get the best of me. I should've trusted you.*

She stared at the message for a long moment before pressing send.

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Y/N responded almost immediately: *No, I'm sorry. I should've been more open with you. I shouldn't have let this go on for so long without explaining everything. I never meant to hurt you.*

Sophia felt a tightness in her chest ease a little. But she still felt the weight of their argument between them, like an invisible wall. She knew it would take time to rebuild that trust.

*Can we talk soon?*

*I'd like that.*

As the days passed, they took the first steps toward mending what had been broken, acknowledging the hurt, the fear, and the doubts. They didn't have all the answers, but they were learning to trust again—slowly, carefully, like building a bridge over a broken path.

It wouldn't be easy, but they were willing to try. Because in the end, love wasn't just about avoiding mistakes. It was about fixing them together.