(based on 'we don't talk anymore' by charlie puth)

The party was loud, full of laughter and music that thumped through the walls, but Damiano barely heard any of it. His gaze was locked only on you.

It had been months, maybe even a year, since you last talked. Not because of some big fight, not because something terrible had happened. Just... life. A slow drift, missed calls, unanswered texts, until one day, the silence became normal.

And yet, here you were, standing across the room, laughing at something someone said, looking effortlessly beautiful in that way you always did. Like nothing had changed. Like you weren’t still owning his mind.

"I just heard you found the one you've been looking for..."

His feet moved before his brain could stop him. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, if anything at all. Maybe just a simple hey, maybe some joke to ease the tension. But as he got closer, he saw the way your fingers tightened around your drink, the way your breath hitched just slightly.

"I just hope you're lying next to somebody... who knows how to love you like me."

Damiano swallowed hard. He had no right to feel like this. No right to wish that you had missed him the way he had missed you. But then you tilted your head, your lips parting like you were about to say something—

And someone else called your name. Your attention snapped away, and just like that, the moment was gone.

Damiano clenched his jaw, exhaling, he was trying to move on, he really was, but now when he saw you again he couldn't just give up.