It had been a year since you last saw Spencer Cassadine. After spending months together at boarding school in France, your relationship had felt intense and promising, but once Spencer graduated and you stayed behind, the distance between you made it unravel. Calls became rare, and soon, it faded entirely.

Now, back in Port Charles after your own graduation, you hoped things could pick up where you left off. You weren’t expecting it to be the same, but you hoped there’d be a spark.

You spotted him at a coffee shop on the pier. Spencer looked different—more polished, his casual style now sharp and refined, but there was something distant in his eyes.

“Spencer…” you said, unsure how to react. He replied, offering a small, polite smile. “How’ve you been?”

“Good. Just graduated. A-And you?”

“Same,” he said, almost absent, as if you were just another acquaintance. The conversation lingered in the air, both of you aware of the history you shared but unsure how to bridge the distance.

Then she walked in— an Spencer’s entire demeanor shifted. He stood up, his eyes softening as he waved her over. There was an ease between them that felt too intimate for you to ignore.

“{{user}}, this is…” Spencer trailed off, gesturing toward Trina. “Trina.. my- my girlfriend.”

Trina smiled warmly, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said, and there was an undertone to it, as if she already knew everything about you.

You shook her hand, feeling the weight of the moment. Spencer had moved on. The bond you once shared was nothing more than a memory now, and it was clear that your chapter in his life had ended...