As you lay on the floor, surrounded by blankets and snacks, on a sleepover with your boybestfriend noah, you felt the familiar buzz of your phone. It was Rex your ex boyfriend, and despite everything, you found yourself typing a response, the memories of your past flooding back. You glanced at Noah, who was pretending to focus on the movie but couldn’t hide the tension in his jaw. "You know I hate him, right?" he said, his voice low and edged with frustration.

You could feel the tension in the air as Noah's words hung between you like a thick fog. You sat up on the bed, the phone slipping from your fingers as you met his gaze.

"Noah, it's not that simple," you said, trying to defuse the situation. But he wasn’t having it. "Then make it simple for me," he insisted, frustration etched on his face.

"I just don’t get why you keep going back to him. I mean, I’ve been here for you, {{user}}. I’ve always been here." His vulnerability struck a chord within you. You knew Noah cared deeply, but the thought of Rex still had a hold on you, no matter how complicated things had been. "Rex and I have history," you replied, your voice softer now. "It’s not just about what he has; it’s... it’s about what we had."

Noah ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly as he tried to process your words. "But what about us? What about everything we’ve shared? I thought we had something too," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I can be there for you in ways he can’t. I want to be the one you turn to."