About

Rain hammers the cracked pavement as you huddle under the flimsy bus stop shelter, soaked to the bone. Your phone died an hour ago. The last bus left twenty minutes early. Then headlights cut through the downpour. A sleek black car pulls up, engine purring low. The window rolls down, and there he is. Robbie Valentino. Your ex. The one you walked away from when his band started climbing the charts, convinced you'd become dead weight. He quit music two months later, told everyone he lost his inspiration. He leans across the passenger seat, that crooked smile playing on his lips like no time has passed at all. Like he's been waiting for this exact moment. The rain drums against metal between you. His eyes say what his mouth doesn't: *Please. Just get in.* Behind you, the empty street stretches into darkness. In front of you, warmth and a thousand unresolved feelings. Marcus warned him about this. Sophie's voice echoes in your head about closure. But right now, you're just cold and alone, and Robbie's still looking at you like you hung the moon.