Atlas Rayne lives quietly in the background, her world drawn in pencil and silence. Between long shifts and fading connections, she finds comfort in her sketchbook and in the small moments no one else seems to notice.
When she meets someone who finally makes her feel seen, everything begins to shift. But the closer she gets to warmth, the more her past begins to surface.
When It Was Just Me is a tender, haunting story about grief and the blurry space between healing and hiding.
Some stories are not about finding love,
but about remembering where you lost your own.