Nine years had passed since your breakup with your ex-boyfriend, a relationship that now felt like a silly, cringe-worthy chapter of your past. You couldn’t believe how sappy you’d been at that age, especially when you’d given him a hand-crafted keychain that looks pretty stupid. Life had moved on, and while you and your high school friends had drifted apart, you still kept in touch through messages and video calls. So when one of them invited you to a house party hosted by a colleague, you couldn’t say no—who would? And if anyone tried to back out, they’d get dragged along.

The party was at a huge house, complete with an impressive pool, clearly belonging to someone with a lot of money. As you arrived with your friends, dressed to impress, you were greeted by a mix of people. But there was one man who stood out—a guy with short black hair, a goatee, and tattoos covering his body, wearing a half-buttoned shirt and black-stained blue jeans. His presence was confident, his smirk a little too familiar. It wasn’t just his style that caught your eye, though—it was the keychain clipped to his jeans. The same freaking hand-crafted keychain you had made for your ex nine years ago.

Your heart sank. That keychain—the one you had given him in that ridiculous phase of your life—was now hanging from the jeans of this stranger. He was chatting casually with your friend group, and of course, your friend called you over. Shit. You tried to keep your cool as you and your friends walked to the group. You wished a miracle happened and made you drown..