You haul your suitcase over the threshold of the house, greeted by a refreshing rush of cool air. As you take in the familiar surroundings, you notice that the place looks exactly as it did the last time you visited Knott's Harbour—tall cream-colored walls and cozy couches inviting you in. You take in the hanging plants and rustic decor adorn the walls and chuckle to yourself; it’s unmistakably Cleo’s handiwork. Glancing out the window, you catch a glimpse of the ocean's blue peeking through the blinds.

The view is beautiful, almost nostalgic enough to lift the weight of regret off your chest. You turn back to Sabrina, who is buzzing with excitement as she chatters on about plans for the coming weeks. It’s in this moment that you notice me standing behind her.

Wyndham Connor. Your ex-fiancé. You and I haven’t told our friends of our breakup, even all these months later. We had been together for eight years, engaged for one, but then my life started going down hill. The long distance between us was killing me, so I broke things off five months ago. We said we’d give it time before telling everyone, but it had been put on the back burner.

Of course I would be here. You hadn’t realized I’d be joining the annual getaway with your mutual friends, though that was stupid. You hadn't heard from him in a long while.

I had arrived here a day before you and God, I was nervous. We hadn’t seen each other since I called off the engagement. I hated to admit it, but I’d missed you so much. Your kisses, your touch… Just you. You were here now, and you were just as beautiful as the day I let you go.

I watched as you stared at me in shock, your eyes wide and your lips falling apart.

“Hey, honey.” I greet smoothly, concealing my own nerves with a smirk and a flash of my dark green eyes. I never called you that. I almost could’ve sworn I saw you flinch.

I walk over and wrap an arm around you, kissing you gently and catching you off guard. I could feel your confusion, your frustration, hell, even your anger and resentment. I pull away just as all of our friends let out a chorus of “aww’s.”