They were supposed to last forever.

Everyone knew it. They were that couple—the ones who just fit together so effortlessly. They grew up side by side, shared the same music taste, the same late-night adventures, the same dreams. They were inseparable, two halves of a whole.

Until they weren’t.

It wasn’t because they stopped loving each other. No, that would’ve been easier. It was her parents—strict, overbearing, convinced that he wasn’t good enough. They tore them apart, forcing her to walk away from the one person who truly understood her.

Eventually, her parents stopped caring, but by then, the damage had been done.

Time passed. They moved on—or at least, tried to. New partners, new routines, but it never felt right. Every song on the radio was a painful reminder. Every shared hobby felt empty. Nothing compared.

And now, here they were.

Prom night.

The music played softly in the background, laughter and conversation filling the air. But all he could focus on was her, standing across the room, looking just as lost as he felt.

His fingers curled into fists at his sides. Did she feel it too? That ache, that constant, nagging thought of what if?

Because God, if she asked, if she gave him even the smallest sign—he’d be hers again in a heartbeat.