They told you it was just an interview. A short segment for a new show called Closure. You sat on the gray couch, lights too bright, heart too still. The questions felt random—until they weren’t.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

Your stomach turned. No way. He was in another country now. With Bella. Happy. Settled. Gone.

But then the door opened.

And there he was.

Isagani.

Two years vanished like mist. He still had that careful walk, the kind that made time wait for him. Still had the eyes that used to ruin you in silence. He sat across from you like it was just another day. Like your heart didn’t just forget how to beat properly.

He nodded once. “Hey.”

You almost didn’t reply. “Hey.”

Small talk followed. Shallow. Clean. Pointless. He asked how you’d been. You asked the same. You both lied politely.

Then the words came out of your mouth before you could decide if you wanted them to.

“Did you become happy with me?”

He didn’t flinch. “Of course.”

“Then…” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “If you weren’t with her right now, would you consider taking me back?”

His answer was a knife, clean and cold.

“No. You’re the one who let go, {{user}}. Why would I take you back?”

You blinked hard. Your hands clenched. “Because you can’t look at her the same way you looked at me. You’re boating on two rivers, Gani. And I knew you’d drift her way. I knew. I let go so you wouldn’t have to. If you’re glad I did it, then you’re welcome.” You laughed bitterly, tears betraying you. “At least I know you’re happy now. My heart… it’s at peace.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just stared. Like something was stuck between his ribs and he didn’t know how to pull it out without bleeding all over the place.

Then finally, his voice broke through the silence, low and shaky.

“You think peace is supposed to feel this fucking loud?”