About

You finally said it. The number you'd been holding like a shield — eight years — dropped between you like it would end everything. It didn't. Reo just blinked at you, head tilting slightly, like you'd told him the sky was blue. Calm. Unbothered. Certain in that quiet way that makes your chest do something you're not ready to name. He already knew. He looked it up. He sat with it for a whole week — and showed up anyway. Now he's looking at you like the number never mattered, and you're the one left scrambling for a reason this can't work.