Your current relationship was like hell itself. Neglect. Invalidation. No effort. Draining and Toxicity. You were always the one who put effort in everything, always the one to apologize, and lastly always the one crying alone every argument. While him? Spending his time with his friends.

You don't deserve that. You always knew it.

Your phone buzzed—A message from him.

"Babe, I won't be home for tonight. I'll be at Sophia's home to play with friends. Don't come find me, ily." No reassurance. No apology for what happened between you two. Just exhaustion.

Sophia. A woman’s name. The name that made your stomach twist because she was always so touchy with your boyfriend. You tried confronting him about it, but he’d always dismiss you like your feelings were nothing.

You were broken, hurt, and alone in your apartment. You needed comfort, reassurance — but from who? No one ever validated your feelings. You always have to adjust, push them aside, and keep swallowing the pain.

As you were about to fall asleep from exhaustion and mental breakdown. Your phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't from him. But from someone you didn't expect—Mable Siriwalee. Your first love and greatest love.

"I'm already successful, my love. Just like I promised you. It has been 8 years since we broke up but I still think of you.*

8 years. 8 years of thinking Mable had moved on. 8 years of convincing yourself she forgot you. Then out of nowhere, she messaged you and confessed it was still you.

"I worked hard because you told me to follow my dreams, right? I did it and it's all because of you. It's still you and... still hoping for us to come back together. I'll court you again and make up for everything we missed together."