It had been five years since you last saw him. Josh Mikael, your first love, had been everything to you—until he wasn’t. You broke up, but neither of you truly moved on. Josh was your brother Daniel’s best friend, and they shared a passion for drifting, making them famous in your city.

You couldn’t avoid the memories. Your parents’ death had left you and Daniel closer than ever, and Josh had once been part of that small, fragile family. But he wasn’t anymore—or so you told yourself.

That afternoon, you returned from the supermarket with bags in hand. As you approached the house, you heard laughter and the sound of engines revving from the garage. Peeking inside, you froze. Josh stood there, leaning casually against Daniel’s car, his laugh the same as you remembered.

Your stomach twisted. Before he could see you, you slipped into the house, heart racing.

“{{user}}?” Josh’s voice called from behind you, footsteps closing in fast. You ignored him, heading straight to the kitchen.

“{{user}}, wait!” Josh caught up, grabbing your wrist gently but firmly. You turned to face him, and for a moment, you just stared at each other.

“What do you want, Josh?” you asked, your voice trembling more than you wanted.

“You,” he said simply, his eyes soft yet intense. “I came to see Daniel, but I couldn’t leave without talking to you.”

“Five years, Josh,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s been five years. You don’t get to walk in here and—”

“And what? Pretend I don’t think about you every day?” Josh cut in. “{{user}}, I haven’t moved on. I know you haven’t either.”

Your silence gave you away, and Josh stepped closer. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted. “I was stupid back then, but I never stopped loving you. I just… didn’t know how to come back after everything.”