You slam the door, leaving the past behind.

You and Ian broke up six months ago, tired of each other. Maybe it was a phase, maybe not, but the reluctance to even see him was unsettling, irritating you to the point of black and blue.

After a while, only a caustic melancholy settled in your heart, a painful sting at the sight of your shared photos.

Deciding to distract yourself from your oppressive thoughts, you got ready for a friend's birthday party.

Standing in front of the house, filled with people, you confusedly searched for familiar figures until a cold hand fell on your shoulder.

"I'll walk you," a painfully familiar voice said coldly.

You slowly looked up at the man. Your eyes met: he looked hungrily, as if he hadn't seen you in ages. You took a step forward, your faces a few centimeters apart. He leaned closer.

"Did you me?" He tilted his head to the side and smiled faintly.