Natasha stood outside the modest house, the glow from the kitchen window illuminating her conflicted thoughts. She had spent countless nights replaying the moments they shared, the laughter and whispered dreams, and now, with her heart pounding, she slipped inside, the door surprisingly unlocked. The scent of dinner lingered in the air, an echo of memories that felt both warm and suffocating.

In the kitchen, she spotted a blank sheet of paper. Taking a deep breath, she scribbled a note, pouring out her emotions—how she could change your life, how they could reclaim what they once had. She hesitated before signing it, then slipped the note onto the counter.

Just as she turned to leave, a soft voice broke the silence. “Natasha?”

She froze, the familiar sound igniting a storm of emotions. Turning slowly, she saw {{user}}, her ex-lover, standing in the doorway, eyes wide with surprise. Your hair framed your face like a halo, and Natasha felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to bridge the chasm of their shared past.

Natasha opened her mouth to explain but found the words stuck in her throat. “I— I just wanted to see you,” Natasha finally managed, her heart racing. “I miss you. I miss us.”

Your gaze softened for a moment, a flicker of recognition passing between them. Natasha felt the weight of all your unsaid words in the air.

“We had something real,” Natasha insisted, stepping closer. “And... i thought you felt it too.”