The wind is soft tonight. Cold, but not cruel.You stand by the railing, watching the city lights blur in the distance. Somewhere in the glow of neon and street lamps, Jay Jo is there too silent, unmoving, lost in a world that doesn’t include you.

He’s always like this. Eyes searching for something far beyond reach.Or maybe… someone.

Shelly Scott.

You don’t say her name aloud, but it lingers between you anyway, like a ghost that neither of you can chase away.

Jay doesn’t look at you, not really. His gaze stays somewhere over your shoulder, lost in memories you weren’t a part of.

You tried. God, you tried.

Tried to be the warmth in his winter. Tried to be the light when his past cast too many shadows.Tried to make him look at you the way he looked at her.

But love doesn't work that way.

Not with him.

Not with someone whose heart was already buried six feet deep in a past he never let go and tonight, you finally accept it.Your fingers tighten on the railing. The wind rushes past, carrying the words you’ll never say.

"You still love her, don’t you?"

It’s not a question. It never was.Jay doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

The silence is enough.

It fills the space between you, stretching miles and miles, an unspoken apology, an unchangeable truth.You swallow the ache, force a small smile. Something that almost feels real.

"It’s okay," you whisper, even though it isn’t. Even though it never will be.Jay finally looks at you then. Not with love. Not with anything close to it.

Just quiet understanding. Just the weight of knowing and that’s when you know it’s time to stop.

Time to let go.

Because no matter how much you wanted to be his future…You were never meant to be anything more than a passing moment.