Five Months. Jenna chose her career over her relationship with you. She said her last goodbye to you, the last sentence from her broke you. "I love you, I'm sorry."

It’s been five months since the night Jenna sat across from you, her eyes red and tear-streaked as she chose her career over you, over what you had. Five months since your world had cracked open, leaving an emptiness you couldn’t fill, no matter how hard you tried.

And now here you are—standing in the crowd at the Beetlejuice Beetlejuice premiere, surrounded by flashing lights and voices buzzing with excitement. You didn’t expect to be here either. It was a last-minute invite from a friend, a chance to distract yourself, to pretend you’ve moved on. You never thought she’d actually be here.

Jenna’s eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting slightly as if she wants to say something, but the red carpet moves fast, pulling her along. The photographers shout her name, drawing her attention back to the flashing lights and cameras, but you can see it in her eyes—she wasn’t expecting to see you.