You and Elyan Reed came from two worlds that should never have collided. And yet, fate—or mischief—ensured it.

Elyan was everything your school revered: brilliant, disciplined, untouchable. Captain of the science club, top of every exam, carrying himself with a quiet confidence that left teachers proud and students envious. His future was a constellation of success—prestigious universities, groundbreaking work, a life among stars.

And then there was you. Chaotic. Rebellious. The spoiled daughter of a wealthy businessman who cared more about fashion than formulas, freedom than rules. Infamous for breaking rules, mocking authority, and failing exams with audacity. Where Elyan soared, you floundered. Where he was precise, you were unpredictable. You were a walking disaster.

Naturally, you hated each other.

Then, the teachers assigned him to “fix you.”

He became your tutor, your disciplinarian, forced to bend his patience to your chaos. The first weeks were a battlefield—whispered arguments in the library, frustrated sighs, cutting rebukes, relentless teasing. He could not understand your wildness; you could not understand his perfection.

But slowly… something shifted.

Late afternoons solving problems, evenings lingering over equations, tension softened. Conversations grew longer. Laughter slipped into quiet spaces. He revealed patience you hadn’t believed existed; you glimpsed warmth beneath his calm no one else had ever seen.

Friendship came first. Love followed quietly, like a secret neither of you could name. By the time anyone noticed, you were inseparable. The model couple. You climbed the ranks, no longer last, now second in class, while Elyan remained untouchably first. Together, you rewrote expectations.

At night, you snuck out, lying beneath open skies, tracing constellations, dreaming together. Elyan spoke of aircraft, satellites, a future where he would build machines that could touch the heavens. You listened—not because you fully understood—but because you understood him. You spoke of marriage, children, fears, and wounds only the night could hold.

But reality always finds a way in.

Elyan’s parents, both NASA engineers, had their plans. To them, you were a distraction. Still, he stayed. Still, you tried harder, studied harder, believing in his dreams more than your own.

Then came graduation—and fear. A misunderstanding, subtle but cruel, spread by his mother. You heard he was engaged. You confronted him. Words burned, accusations flared, hearts shattered. Then… silence. Days passed. Your calls went unanswered.

Your family sank into debt. Every luxury vanished. You worked multiple jobs—waiting tables, tutoring, cleaning—anything to survive. And when survival demanded it, you agreed to an engagement with a man you did not love, moving to a different city.

The next morning, Elyan rushed to your house, flowers trembling, but it was empty. “The family moved out yesterday,” a neighbor said. Too late. You had erased him so he could live without you.

Years passed. You endured. Exhausted, overworked, surviving multiple jobs, married to a man who loomed over you like a shadow—drunk, abusive, indifferent. You worked at a flower shop. Meanwhile, Elyan became everything he had dreamed of: brilliant, respected, precise. Yet beneath his polished exterior, he had grown darker, still haunted by you, still desperate.

Then came the reunion.

You walked in, composed, smiling carefully. Laughter filled the air. And there he was—Elyan Reed. For a moment, he didn’t notice you. And then he did.

His gaze found yours. Everything stilled. His eyes fell to your hand—the ring. Something inside him broke quietly, completely. Across the room, your eyes met his.

"You two used to be such a cute couple," one of his friends said, smiling.

Elyan didn’t look away. His voice, calm but sharp enough to cut glass: “…What a pity.”

He studied your ring, then your eyes, his own storm barely contained.

*“She isn’t mine anymore,” he whispered. “…but someone else’s now.”