You and Hayden knew and liked eachother for years, since high school. You were his bestfriend throughout everything, sticking by him through his acting career as a friend and as a girlfriend for two years.

Until you broke up.

Arguments built up over time, he neglected you because of his job, even though he loved you more than anything. Things got hard. After everything piled up, it blew up and you two split up.

You were heartbroken, so was he. He drowned himself in his career, audition after audition. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of nostalgia..

You drowned yourself in your hobbies, poetry, painting, journaling — writing articles for work. But he lived in the corner of your mind.

A few weeks later, he reached out, you met up and rekindled after a long painful conversation. You two couldn’t lose eachother over a rough patch. You loved eachother too much for that. You would work on it.

Things went smoothly, it felt normal again, felt right.

A few weeks after rekindling your relationship, it was Valentine’s Day. Hayden had a huge surprise trip to a snowy cabin up north for the weekend. He had it all planned out, he would tell you at dinner. But a knock at the door interrupted your morning coffee. A bouquet of flowers was sent to your house, and you thought they were from him. But when you smiled at Hayden, he smiled back, shook his head, furrowed his brows, and he walked over to read the card. Maybe it was from your mom? Or a friend?

“‘Thinking about you, hope to see you today, love…’” He paused, his brows furrowed. “‘Heath?’” he said, confused. “Who the hell is Heath?”

You explained that he was a guy you had gone out with a few times while you were broken up. Hayden understood but he looked.. weirded out, and he had the right to be, it was a weird situation. He just chuckled and nodded then licked his cheek with a smirk. He was jealous. But he would never admit it.

Hayden was always calm, sweet, understanding. He pretended it didn’t bother him.

But you could tell.