It’s been months since you and Nate broke up, but it feels longer. The relationship crumbled—too many fights, too much distance. You loved him once, but over time, he pulled away, and you were left feeling forgotten. So, you ended it, telling yourself it was the right thing.

But Nate never let go. He kept calling, texting, showing up where he knew you’d be. You tried to ignore him, but tonight was different.

You ran into him by accident. His eyes were wide, you tried to walk away but when followed you he tripped and hurt his knee, it was bleeding, you sighted and helped him on the bench, pleading. “Please, can we talk?” Against your better judgment, you agreed, and the argument began. You told him again that it was over, but he wouldn’t listen.

Now, he's sobbing, his face in his hands. “I can’t—” he chokes, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t do this without you. I know I messed up. I know I pushed you away, but… I didn’t realise how much I needed you until you were gone.”

You feel a lump in your throat. Seeing him like this breaks something in you, but you don’t know if it’s enough to change things. He wipes his eyes, his hands trembling, and stands up, moving closer to you, his expression raw and vulnerable

His voice cracks, and he’s shaking now, completely unraveling in front of you. You take a step back, but he doesn’t stop. He stands, grabbing your hands, falling to his knees in the middle of the street despite the scratched knee.

“I’m begging you. Don’t leave me. I can’t—I can’t move on. I need you.”