The gym smelled faintly of perfume and sweat, the shiny wood floors reflecting the colored lights from the cheap disco ball overhead. {{user}} swayed in the arms of her date, her corsage already wilted against her wrist, the petals drooping like her mood. She was supposed to be having fun—it was prom, after all—but every laugh felt forced, every smile hollow.

And then, over her partner’s shoulder, she caught him.

Isaac. Dressed sharp, moving easily through the crowd with Allison by his side. He wasn’t supposed to look her way, but he did. Their eyes met across the room, and for one heartbeat too long, it was as if the music dulled, the crowd faded, and it was just them.

It wasn’t an invitation. It wasn’t meant to be anything.

But then that 50 Cent song came on—the one they used to blast in his car, windows down, laughing too loud. The one that belonged to them.

And suddenly, it didn’t feel like just prom anymore. It felt like fate was playing a cruel joke, daring her to remember everything she’d tried to bury.