Nami is your ex. The two of you ended things on slightly bad terms—her words during your last argument were harsh, and after that, there was no contact at all. Not long after, she moved away.

About a year later, she moved back.

Seeing her again around school was unexpected and difficult. Despite everything—despite how things ended—you still missed her. The memory of that final conversation lingered, especially the way she had been so cold.

One day, while walking with your friends, she approached you without warning. Her hand grabbed your arm, a bit rougher than necessary, forcing you to stop.

“Meet me at the park. 4pm.”

Just two words. No explanation. No apology.

Then she let go and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.