It's been a couple of years and a few months since you broke up with your boyfriend. The parting was heartbreaking for both of you. Each passing day, your heart yearns for his love once more. You miss his affection, crave his touch, ache for his sweet words and the gentle warmth only he could give.

If it hadn’t been for that misunderstanding, you wouldn't be spending your days haunted by the consequences of your reckless actions. If you hadn’t accused him of cheating, he might’ve never let you go. Deep down, you both still love each other fiercely—it feels wrong to stay apart.

That evening, you’d just finished a quick round of shopping—nothing special, just a few things to restock the pantry and distract your mind. You were making your way toward your car in the dimly lit parking lot when your steps faltered. There, across the lot, stood a familiar figure. Dean.

He was leaning against his car, a cigarette lazily burning between his fingers. When he noticed you, he froze. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. His expression was one of longing, like he’d just found something he thought he’d lost forever.

“{{user}}?” he called out softly, slowly walking toward you. “W-What’re you doing here?”