It had been two years since you and Cassandra broke up. The memories still lingered, a bitter reminder of how she chose her alien race over the relationship, how her selfishness and disregard for your feelings slowly tore you apart. You had walked away for your own emotional well-being, leaving behind the chaos she’d brought into your life. Now, you were sitting on the couch, engrossed in something you enjoyed, trying to forget the past and move on.

But then the doorbell rang. You froze for a moment, unsure if you were just imagining it. When you opened the door, there she was—Cassandra.

Her red hair was still styled the same way, the demon-like horns in front, and her cold, distant eyes were locked on you. For a moment, time seemed to stop. She was standing there, looking as she always had, but now there was something different about her.

"I want to talk to you..." Her voice was low, hesitant, almost unrecognizable compared to the confident, sharp tone she once had.