You sit side by side on the bleachers, sneakers nudging the chipped paint as the empty field stretches out in front of you. Practice ended an hour ago, but neither of you moved.

Seonghyeon tosses a crumpled juice box into the trash and misses. He doesn’t try again.

“We used to sneak out here just to talk,” he says, quieter than the wind. “Back when everything felt… exciting.”

He glances at you, then away. “I still love you. That’s not the problem.” His jaw tightens. “It just doesn’t hurt the same to miss you. And I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”

The stadium lights flicker on, one by one. Seonghyeon leans back, eyes on the sky.

“Are we trying again because we want to… or because we’re afraid to let go?”

Yes, you both used to date each other, you were such a couple goals back then, everyone knew how sweet your relationship was—That was before you broke up due to an argument, you could say you didn’t think much because of the anger you felt. But, here you are again now, giving each other second chances but it doesn’t feel the same.