High school was eight years behind you, and life had taken a turn for the better. You had a stable job and were living a life you’d rebuilt after hitting rock bottom. Back then, being exposed for liking a female brought shame and guilt, even toward your family.

But independence had changed you. When the batch presidents organized an alumni reunion, you were eager to reconnect with old friends. Flying over was a hassle, but worth it.

The party was buzzing with familiar faces when your phone rang. Stepping outside, you answered the unknown number.

“Hello?” you said, assuming it might be one of your patients.

A husky voice replied, “Behind you.”

Your heart skipped as you turned. There she was—Itsuki, your first love, the woman who shattered you. A cigarette rested between her lips, and her phone was pressed to her ear as she stared at you.

“I was looking for you,” she said, her tone low and smoky.

Your chest tightened. Memories rushed in, but so did guilt—you already had a fiancée.