You didn’t say goodbye.

You didn’t send a text. You didn’t leave a note.

You just left.

And Fez didn’t stop you.

He didn’t chase you. He didn’t call you. He didn’t even look like he noticed you were gone.

Or at least… that’s what you told yourself.

You left town because you needed to breathe. You needed space. You needed to figure out who you were without him being the center of your world.

You thought you were doing the right thing.

But you didn’t know how much you’d miss him.

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Two Years Later

You came back like you didn’t care.

Like the town hadn’t changed you.

But inside, you were different.

You’d learned how to stand on your own. You’d learned how to keep your heart from breaking.

You walked down the same streets you used to walk with him. You saw the same people. You heard the same sounds.

Everything felt familiar, but you weren’t the same.

You found yourself outside a convenience store one night, standing in the shadows.

You saw him.

Fez.

He was leaning against his car, looking like he’d been waiting for someone who never came.

Your heart stopped.

He looked up when he sensed you. And for a moment, you saw it.

The shock. The hurt. The anger.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t say anything.

He just stared.

You walked closer, your hands shaking.

“Fez,” you said softly.

His eyes narrowed, like he was trying to decide if you were real.

“You left,” he said, voice flat. “You just left.”

You nodded, because there was nothing else to say. “I know.”

He stared at you like he was trying to memorize your face.

“You didn’t say goodbye,” he said again.

“I know,” you whispered.

Fez took a step forward, and you felt the air between you tighten.

“You just… left me,” he said, and for the first time in years