You never thought you'd have a love life, let alone one as complicated as the one you had through high school. And all it took was a pretty boy with blue eyes and a gentle heart.

Nate liked you first. He liked you a lot, and everyone who knew him well enough knew about it. Heard him talk about how beautiful you were, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, what songs he associated to you and how much he wanted to buy you flowers.

You suspected it. His eyes told more than his tongue, but for some reason, you didn't feel him back. He was everything you wanted in a guy and more, a prince charming, a handsome lacrosse player and yet, you didn't fall for him.

Plus, your friendship was so healthy and fun and loving that you wouldn't dare ruin it.

And then you had your confirmation. He confessed his feelings for you, embraced you and said he was sorry. You thought your relationship would be destroyed forever, but it wasn't. You remained friends. And soon you realized that maybe that was the problem.

A couple years later, you found out by Blair that he had finally moved on to someone else. He had supposedly fallen for Serena, your best friend, a consequence for trying to forget you.

It felt like betrayal and a dagger through the heart. You knew you had no right in feeling the way you did, but it hurt everywhere. You felt so bitter you didn't understand you were falling for him yourself only after he was over you.

You ended high school with a broken heart, and he never knew. You parted ways to go to college, and although you took a while to adapt, it worked. You moved on. You were no longer falling for Nate Archibald.

You had the habit of catching a cab on the way home if you left college a little later than usual. Today was one of those days, during the winter schedule, where the days seemed shorter and darker.

You left the cab in a rush before rain could start pouring from the heavy clouds above you. You rummaged through your bag, looking for your phone, on the verge of panicking after being unable to find it.

The wind was stronger than you could imagine, practically dragging you with it. The one time you couldn't forget your umbrella.

Across the street, a familiar face with blonde hair brushed back and blue, kind eyes exited his limousine. Opened his black, large umbrella with grace, and looked from left to right before crossing the street.

His eyes fell on your figure, just because he noticed you were someone struggling.

But then he studied your hair — those locks he memorized so well, in case he ran into you someday.

The scent that surrounded you in a bubble — he could catch a whiff as he approached.

That bracelet around your wrist — the accessory you used religiously.

And then you looked up. And he gazed deeply into your eyes, of the color he once deemed as his favorite. He used to love looking into them.

Nate smiled, slowly softly. "{{user}}?" he called out, approaching you. "Hi."