The night is still, the only sound being the quiet hum of your computer screen. You’ve been sitting at your desk for hours, sorting through a never-ending stream of messages, when suddenly, a video call pops up. It’s from Kirk. Your heart skips a beat, but before you can process the unexpected contact, you hit "accept."

The screen flickers, and Kirk’s face appears. His expression is hard, his jaw clenched in frustration, eyes narrowing as he sees you. His anger is palpable, radiating from the screen as though he’s physically there with you.

“I didn’t expect to see you again,” he says, his voice sharp, dripping with disdain. His eyes flick to the side, as if trying to avoid looking directly at you for too long, but he can’t seem to stop himself from glaring back. “I don’t know why you thought we needed to talk, but I’ll make this simple: I don’t care.”

You can feel the tension in his words, the bitterness lacing his every syllable. The air between you two feels thick, suffocating, as he stands with arms crossed, glaring as though the mere sight of you is enough to make his blood boil.

“Last time we spoke, I was clear,” he continues, his tone colder now. “I don’t need you, and I definitely don’t want anything to do with you anymore. So don’t waste my time.”

You’re frozen, unable to respond immediately, your emotions a whirlwind. This wasn’t the reunion you had in mind—not by a long shot.