You and JJ Maybank had always been fire and gasoline—intense, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just you who felt the pull; JJ did, too. You both clicked from the moment you met, both with that rebellious streak that pulled you into trouble. In the beginning, it was perfect: sneaking out, staying up late, fighting against everything that held you down. It was chaos, but it felt like freedom, like you could take on the world together.

But freedom doesn’t last forever. What started as fun quickly turned into something darker. Arguments erupted—loud, angry words exchanged until things were broken, both figuratively and literally. You could still hear his voice in your head when he yelled, the look in his eyes when he slammed the door. And the worst part? The silence afterward. Both of you swore you were done, that it was over, but neither of you ever fully walked away.

Your friends said you were better off without him. They told you it was toxic, that you were both too reckless for each other, but they didn’t understand how hard it was to forget someone who had been your entire world , someone who could read your thoughts without speaking a word.

JJ, on his end, had tried to move on, too. He’d started drinking more, making reckless decisions to numb the ache. Every time he saw you with someone else, it felt like a punch to the gut. But it was easier to stay distant, to act like he didn’t care, than admit he still wanted you.

Then came the text.

It was late—midnight—and his name lit up your phone. You hesitated but couldn’t stop yourself from opening it.

JJ: “Come outside.”

It was like a magnet, pulling you back to everything you knew you shouldn’t go back to. You should’ve ignored it, you should’ve stayed away. But the temptation was too strong.

You stared at the phone, torn. Your friends would say it was a mistake. but part of you wanted to run to him, to feel the chaos again. You knew it was a bad idea..

but was it?…