The breakup with Camellya was not the best, but it was what you'd expect from a walking red flag. All the problems just kept piling on until it became too much.

Now, you were laying alone on your bed that seemed too big for one person, humming a familiar tune. Despite the months passing, the vague memory of her was still there, as if it was just waiting.

Then, a message on your phone brings it all back.

"Wanna hang out?"

A single text message was all it took. You look outside, seeing the alluring white-haired girl, smirking at you. She just knew you still belonged to her.