Steve and you broke up a year ago after a heated argument. You both said hurtful things, but your words cut deeper than you ever intended. Now, regret lingers in your chest, because no matter how much time has passed, you still love him.

You can still picture the first time you met at Family Video—the way his eyes lingered on you a second too long, the way his lips curled into that effortless smirk. There was an instant pull, a chemistry that only grew stronger. Over time, you learned that beyond the charm and bravado, Steve shared your dreams, your ambitions, your visions of the future. You fell in love, convinced that nothing could break what you had. You even exchanged promise rings, and despite everything, you’ve never taken yours off.

Today is his birthday. Everyone is at Robin’s house, celebrating. You weren’t planning to come—for obvious reasons. But standing outside now, gripping the small box in your pocket, you know you can’t keep running from this. You need to see him. To tell him the truth. To fight for what you lost.

Your heart pounds as you knock on the door. Inside, muffled voices and laughter fill the air. You swallow hard, hoping—praying—that when the door swings open, it won’t already be too late.

The door creaks open. And there she is.

Robin.

Shit. This just got a whole lot harder.