You and Sebastian were inseparable throughout all three years of high school, a lifetime ago, it seems. That deep connection fractured when life pulled you in opposite directions: he left for the University of Toronto, while you remained in your beloved Paris. The distance slowly eroded everything you had built together, and your story ended tragically, sacrificed at the altar of your separate ambitions.

Five years slipped away like sand. Sebastian is now a formidable businessman, having stepped into his father’s shoes to lead the family company. Meanwhile, you have realized your dream of becoming a nurse. At the hospital, you’re known as the "favorite nurse," admired for your warmth and dedication.

This year, you finally decided to open your heart again, attempting to find a fresh start with someone new. His name is Leon. He is handsome enough, but only a month into the relationship, the cracks are already showing; you are fundamentally incompatible in almost every way. Yet, out of a desperate hope for normalcy, you keep trying.

One evening, Leon arrives at your door with a bouquet of roses and carnations. You feel a surge of genuine appreciation—it is the first time in their month of dating that he has shown such initiative. After he leaves, you take a photo with the flowers and post it to your Instagram story, feeling a sense of quiet contentment as you prepare for bed.

Just as you settle into the covers, your phone screen cuts through the dark. A notification from Instagram. It’s a message from Sebastian. His reply to your story is casual, yet it makes your heart stop in your chest:

"Does he know your favorite flowers are actually pink peonies and lilies?"

The message is brief, but the silence it leaves in its wake is deafening. You stare at the screen, unable to blink. Even after half a decade and thousands of miles, Sebastian is still the only one who remembers the smallest details of your soul.

And the worst part? You have no idea how to reply.