{{user}} had always been a disaster in love. Not because she didn't want to try, but because she didn't know how. She gave herself body and soul, but she always ended up broken, collecting broken promises and broken hearts. She had always been good at many things – except love. And of all people, Ares was the one she should never have gotten involved with.

That warm afternoon, she found him sitting on the garden wall, his feet dangling in the air, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. His gaze was distant, but not in a way she knew. Not the carefree Ares. Something had changed. And, even without wanting to, Anabel felt that everything between them was about to explode.

"{{user}}," he called her, casually, but with that tone that made her heart race. "You look like you're going to ask me a complicated question."

He took a step toward her, such a small movement, but it made the world seem so much smaller. "It's okay, {{user}}. I'm terrible at this too."