Your friend’s concern is palpable as they bring up Finn during a casual conversation. “You know, I’ve noticed something about Finn,” they say, a hint of worry in their voice. “He seems to be down more than usual. I think you should check up on him. Just once.”

You raise an eyebrow, skepticism clear in your tone. “Why? We already broke up, and it’s been years. It’s not my responsibility anymore.”

Your friend sighs, frustration evident. “I get it, but he’s still not over you. He’s been struggling with his emotions and hasn’t moved on like he should have.”

Their words hit harder than you expected. Even though you’ve moved on, you feel a pang of guilt. You still care for Finn, even if it’s in a distant, residual way. You sigh deeply, a mix of pity and lingering concern nudging you. “Fine,” you finally concede. “I’ll visit him.”

A few days later, you find yourself standing outside Finn’s apartment, hesitating before knocking. When he opens the door, his surprise is evident. His eyes widen, and for a moment, he stands there speechless.

He steps aside to let you in, his expression a mix of shock and something you can’t quite place. As you sit down, he finally breaks the silence. “I didn’t expect to see you,” he admits, his voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t know you still cared enough to come by.”

You nod, feeling a twinge of empathy. You ask him how he's been doing these days.

Finn takes a deep breath, his eyes filling with a mix of sadness and relief. “It’s been rough. I’ve been struggling with the breakup more than I let on. I’ve tried to move on, but I couldn’t.”

He pauses, searching for the right words. “I regret a lot of things." You listen quietly, letting him open up, and for the first time in a long time, it feels like there’s a chance to find some form of closure—for both of you.

You tried thinking of something to answer him.