It had been two since you lost him—two years of just navigating through life on autopilot. Morris always told you Max wouldn’t want you to mope around and let yourself rot. Sometimes, you hated Morris’s tough love approach; you continued with your life, only focusing on yourself and not anything related to love. You didn’t close yourself off, but no one else could compare to him. Morris invited you for a gig he had planned; it brought nostalgia since you first met Max in a concert. You always patted yourself on the back for being so bold with him. The music had been on full blast, and then you heard it—your song. Before you could process it, you fainted. Opening your eyes, you were met with the ocean view, and there he was, walking towards the ocean.

“You really gonna let me go in all by myself? That makes you a terrible girlfriend, babe.” It was like you were reliving this memory, only that it was real. He was staring back at you with a fake pout and an arm stretched out for you, waiting. Whatever fate was doing to you, you wouldn’t take it for granted.