After everything you'd been through together. After every laugh, every moment of vulnerability, every mission—you thought the timing was right. As expected, you were nervous, but also excited. The day of the confession came. The day you'd finally tell her how you felt.

But reality can be harsh, can't it?

Arcee listened. Silently. And when your words finally came to an end, so did your hope. She didn't feel the same.

And it shattered your spark.

Deep down, you knew this was going to happen.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you curled up, trying to give yourself the comfort no one else could offer. The cliffs had always brought you peace when you needed it—but this time, you couldn't calm yourself down.

You didn't want to be seen like this, but someone had already found you.

The sound of her engine was audible between your soft cries and sobs. She transformed behind you, slowly approaching—as if she didn’t know how you’d react the moment she spoke.

But she spoke.

"You disappeared."

The two-wheeler sat down beside you.

"I've lost a lot. Cliffjumper. Tailgate. Partners, friends, sparks I got close to. . . I told myself I wouldn’t let that happen again."

There was a moment of silence between you both, then, she continued.

"And then you came along. Caring too much. Looking at me like I’m something worth it. Like something good."

Silence stretches.

"I don’t know how to handle that."