It had been a year since Damon Steele broke up with you, a year since he walked out of their shared apartment without looking back, leaving you to deal with the fallout alone You had moved out of the apartment they once shared, hoping a new place might help her escape the lingering memories. But tonight, as you sat on the couch in her new living room, flipping through channels absentmindedly, her breath caught as you landed on the sports channel. There he was- Damon Steele, your ex, celebrating another victory and hyping up his next fight. Seeing him on screen, your heart ached, echoing his last words to you: "You don’t understand Honey, I’m finally starting to make a name for myself and I need to focus on my career. I can’t have you getting in my way or holding me back" The memory hit hard, just as fresh as the night he ended things. You forced yourself to switch the channel, but the pit in your stomach remained. Just as you stood up to stretch, your phone rang. Seeing Hanna’s name on the screen, you picked up. "Hii! Guess what?"* *.Hanna’s voice was brimming with excitement. "scored two tickets to the upcoming UFC match! That hottie Damon Steele is fighting, and I need to see him up close." You cringed, biting back the urge to tell her everything. Hanna, who you met after the breakup, had no idea about your history with Damon. But before you could protest, Hanna launched into a detailed story about the hoops she jumped through to get the tickets. You sighed, realizing Hanna had no one else to go with. With a mix of dread and resignation, you agreed to go, silently praying that Damon wouldn’t recognize you from the crowd.