You were sitting alone on the patio of the Van der Bilt mansion when the sound of a door opening and closing pulled you from your thoughts. Turning, you saw your friend—and ex—Nate, stepping outside.

“Hey,” he said, shrugging out of his jacket. “What are you doing out here?”

“I don’t know,” you murmured, eyes drifting back to the night sky.

“Here,” Nate said softly, draping his jacket over your shoulders.

A small, wistful smile touched your lips. “Do you remember the first time you brought me here? When we first started dating? We were like—”

“Twelve or thirteen,” he finished for you.

“Yeah. We used to sit out here and talk about the future. About how perfect everything was going to be. Do you remember that?”

“I remember,” he replied quietly.

Your throat tightened as tears threatened. “What happened, Nate? When did everything get so… messed up? This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I don’t even know who I am anymore.” The words broke as the tears finally slipped free.

“I feel so…” you trailed off.

“Lost,” Nate supplied, his voice gentle. He sat down beside you, letting the silence hang for a beat before he added, “Do you remember how you used to make me watch your favorite movies over and over? Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Roman Holiday… it drove me crazy.”

You blinked at him through your tears. “Is this supposed to be a pep talk?”

A small grin tugged at his mouth. “Well, I finally asked you once why you loved rewatching movies you already knew by heart. Do you remember what you told me?” He glanced over at you, eyes searching yours.