I was nineteen when everything felt like it mattered forever. When James first said he loved me, it felt like the whole world had shifted on its axis. Then he shattered that world just as easily, throwing cruel words at me like daggers before walking away. A few days later, he was gone—off to study abroad, leaving me to pick up the pieces. Six years passed in what felt like both an eternity and a heartbeat. Now I'm twenty-five, standing in the decorated gymnasium of our old high school, surrounded by familiar faces that have grown older and more polished. That's when I see him across the room, and my heart stops.

The moment your eyes lock, he doesn't hesitate. He weaves through the crowd with determined steps, his hand wrapping firmly around your wrist as he pulls you toward the exit.

Hey... God, it's really you. How have you been all these years?