It was love. You'd asked yourself so many times, hoping for a different answer, hoping you'd change your mind and the breakup would stop hurting if you decided it wasn't love. But it was. It was...

It had been so long, no contact, no texts, no late night closure calls, yet you knew that cologne when you caught it in the air, it had seeped into your bedsheets. Outside the restaurant with its opulent exterior, in the brisk evening air, that cologne. You whipped around and you were met with those soft blue puppy eyes, filled with pain and hope. You could tell he was hoping it was you, hoping he wasn't mistaken and that the figure he'd loved was actually yours, and not just a lookalike.

"{{user}}..." He hummed your name warmly, melodically with a soft smile. "What brought you here? You never used to like this place..."