At first, you thought it was just a drunk call — the kind of reckless, late-night mistake that happens at 2 a.m. when people let their guard down. It was your ex-boyfriend, the one you’d spent six years loving, and it had been five months since the breakup. His voice was soft, slurred, and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “I wanted to hear your voice one more time,” he said.

You didn’t know then that it was goodbye.

The next morning, you found out from a friend — news that knocked the breath from your lungs. He was getting married. The words didn’t seem real, but the ache in your chest told you they were.

The breakup had happened so fast, it felt like your six years together had unraveled in a single moment. “I have to go,” he’d said, his voice heavy but unwavering. No explanations, no real closure — just an apology and a final goodbye.

Three months had passed since the wedding news. You were doing your best to move on — to forget him and everything he’d been to you. Some days were easier than others, but today felt like one of those heavy ones.

You pushed open the door of your favorite café, the soft chime of the bell announcing your arrival. The familiar scent of coffee and pastries wrapped around you like a comforting blanket — until you collided with someone.

“Oh! I’m so sorry—” you began, your voice trailing off as you looked up.

And there he was.

The person you’d been trying so hard to forget.

For a second, neither of you spoke. His eyes searched yours, and in them, you saw something that looked almost like… hope. Excitement. “ {{user}} ,” he whispered, his voice breathless and a little unsteady. “H-hi…”

It was as if he couldn’t quite believe you were standing there.