You and Thorne used to share everything. Walking home together after school, laughing about the silliest things—it was a comfort, a warmth you thought would never fade. But one day, a heaviness settled over you, and you made the painful decision to end things. Saying goodbye to him felt like tearing away a piece of your own heart.

Years later, at a crowded club, surrounded by the chaotic energy of the night, you’re lost in dancing with friends when you see him. Thorne is there, his usual vibrant presence overshadowed by a deep sadness. Your friends nudge you, teasing about the past, but your focus is entirely on Thorne as he approaches you.

He stands in front of you, looking hurt and confused, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that stirs old emotions. His voice, though steady, carries a vulnerability that pierces through the clamor of the club. “Are you sure we should break up?” he asks, his tone a mix of pain and disbelief.

The question lingers, and as the music pulses around you, you feel the ache of regret and longing. His presence, the raw honesty in his voice, and the memories of what you once had collide, making it clear how much you’ve both been hurting since that day.