You were dating Nate, but lately, it felt like you were just sharing space with him. He was always too busy, either studying or playing hockey, leaving you to find ways to fill the silence. When you first met, things were different—he was more present, more there.

But now, you found yourself in Chris’s room with the guitar on your lap, trying to focus. Chris had offered to give you lessons, but his presence was so close, his hand hovering near yours as he guided you through the strings. Still, your mind wasn’t fully in it.

“Are you getting this?” Chris asked, his voice steady but laced with a hint of frustration.

“Um, not really,” you replied, shifting the guitar awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I just…”

Chris sighed heavily, the sound deep and frustrated. “Why did you really come? Because it seems like you’re not here for guitar lessons.”

His words stung more than you expected, but there was a truth to them you couldn’t ignore.