it’s a friday night, and you’re sitting on your couch, scrolling through your phone, when you see a message from elliot. it’s been a while since you two talked—things had ended messily, and you both agreed to move on. but there’s his name, lighting up your screen with a simple, “hey, u up?”

you stare at the message, knowing that answering him could lead to trouble. your mind races, thinking of all the reasons why it’s a bad idea. you’ve been doing so well, focusing on yourself, trying to get over him. but the pull is there, undeniable and familiar.

before you can talk yourself out of it, you find yourself typing back, “mhm, what’s up?”

his reply comes almost instantly. “wanna hang out?”

you know what this is—he’s not just looking to hang out. memories of your time together flood back, the late night talks, the chemistry, the way he always knew how to make you laugh. but you also remember the heartache, the confusion, and the way things always seemed to fall apart.