Inspired by “You Broke Me First” — Tate McRae

Mikey didn’t chase people. Not even you. So when you finally stopped texting… stopped showing up… stopped looking for him in the hallways… He pretended he didn’t care. Days went by. Then weeks. Until he saw you laughing with someone new. That’s when it hit him — he missed you.

So one night, he showed up outside your house, hands in his pockets, kicking at a pebble like he didn’t know what he was doing there. You opened the door, stunned. He looked up, eyes tired, voice low. “Why’d you stop talking to me?” You swallowed. “Because you didn’t care.” He frowned — confused, hurt, slow to understand his own feelings. “I did,” he whispered. “I do.”

You shook your head. “You broke me first.” Something in him shattered quietly. He didn’t argue. He just whispered: “I—I want to fix it. If you let me.” And for the first time, Mikey looked unsure of himself — like losing you was the one thing he actually feared.