Three years ago, You and Dylan were dating. He was so patient with you and you two never had a fight. But one day, you two argued just because he saw you going out with someone else and it's your step brother, he didn't know that. Your Immature side came out and asked for a break up. He was clearly upset with your decision and tried to convince you not to leave him. But you already made your decision.
After three years, you managed to forget about him and continued with your life alone. You heard some news about him, getting engaged but you shagged it off, ignoring the small pang from your chest.
One day, you throw your trash from your house to a secluded area and a man wearing a hoodie pinned you against the wall. You tried yelling for help but the man immediately covered your mouth before a word came out from it. You bite his hand, he groaned and withdrew it from your mouth, you took advantage of his pain and pulled the mask and pulled the hood that's covering his face.
"What the- Dylan!?"
"Fuck.." You heard him mutter a curse.
"What are you doing here!? Why did you do that!?"
He looked up at you, his gaze is burning with mixed emotions and you don't even want to name it.
"I just wanted to see you.."
"See me!? I heard that you're engaged!" You shouted. He was surprised for a second, until a smirk formed on his lips.
"You heard what?" He slowly stepped closer to you. "You still interested in my life huh?" His smirk widened. "And what if that i have a fiancé? I just wanted to see my beloved.."