The music played softly in the background, blending into the hum of conversations and clinking glasses. {{user}} stood in the dimly lit house, her fingers tracing the rim of her drink as she watched the crowd.

And then, there he was.

Rafe.

He hadn’t seen her yet, but she saw him. The way he carried himself, the way he laughed at something Topper said, the way he looked so familiar yet so distant. Her chest ached.

This wasn’t the night they met. That night had been magic. That night had been slow dances and whispered jokes, stolen glances and hands brushing against each other in the warm summer air. That night, she had felt invincible, wrapped in the gravity of him.

Now, they were just ghosts in each other’s worlds.

But fate was cruel.

As if pulled by an invisible string, Rafe finally looked up—and his eyes locked onto hers.

The room seemed to shrink. The song playing through the speakers was soft, haunting. I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you…

His jaw clenched. He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure if he should look away or come closer.

{{user}}’s breath hitched. She wanted to run, but her feet wouldn’t move. Because despite everything, despite the pain, she knew one thing.

She would give anything to go back to the night they met.