You and Jay were together for a few intense months that felt like the whole world was burning around you—but in the best way. Sneaking out windows, midnight drives, running through empty streets like you were invincible. You were young, impulsive, and so stupidly in love.

But you weren’t ready for the promise he wanted. You let go. You walked away first.

Now it’s been weeks, maybe months, but the past won’t leave you alone.

You wear a rubber band on your wrist—snapping it every time your mind slips back to him, his smile, his lips, the way he looked at you like you were everything. It’s the only thing that keeps you grounded when the memories hit too hard.

You’ve been trying to forget. he's been trying to move on. Neither of you are doing a good job.

Tonight, you run into him again—unexpectedly, late, the air cold enough to bite. Maybe you texted him. Maybe he showed up at a place you both used to escape to. Maybe fate is just cruel.

You guys are standing there, arms crossed, pretending you don’t still care. You’re standing there, pretending you never broke his heart.

But one look between you two says everything you’ve both been avoiding.

The tension is thick. The memories feel alive. And the rubber band on your wrist is already pulled tight.