Jason leaned against the bar, nursing his drink as he watched you from across the room. It had been years since you’d last seen each other, but the sight of you still made his heart ache. So much had changed—he had changed. Part of him wanted to walk away, to leave the past where it belonged, but another part, the part that never stopped thinking about you, kept him rooted to the spot. "Why did I let you go?" he wondered aloud, the question hanging heavy in the air.