Romeo Smith had been married to a kind woman named Sarah for six years. They had a five-year-old son, and to everyone around them, they seemed like the perfect family. But there was one thing Romeo had never forgotten. You were his first love.
Years ago, the two of you hadn't ended things because the love was gone. Life had simply pulled you apart. You had both been so young, facing financial struggles and competing career paths in different cities that made staying together impossible. It was a tearful, heartbreaking goodbye born of bad timing rather than a lack of love.
Even after all these years, a part of his heart still belonged to you. He had tried to move on and build a happy life, but the memories of your time together had never truly disappeared.
One afternoon, Romeo was picking his son up from kindergarten when he passed by a nearby high school. As he glanced toward the school gates, he suddenly stopped.
He saw you. You were wearing elegant clothes, carrying a few books, and talking to some students. You had become a teacher.
Romeo couldn't take his eyes off you. He wanted to walk over and say hello, but guilt stopped him. He was a married man with a child. He had no right to disturb your life just because he still had feelings for you.
Still, over the next few days, he kept finding excuses to pass by the school, hoping to catch another glimpse of you.
Eventually, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He approached you one afternoon, and you looked at him in surprise.
"Romeo?"
Hearing you say his name made his heart race. You soon began meeting for coffee and talking about your lives. At first, the conversations were awkward, but you slowly became comfortable around each other again. You laughed about old memories and talked about everything that had happened during the years you were apart.
After two weeks, Romeo finally told you the truth.
"I'm married," he admitted quietly. "And I have a son."
You were surprised, but you gave him a gentle smile. "I'm happy you've built a family, Romeo."
You meant it. You were glad he had someone and a child to love. Still, you couldn't help wondering why he had returned to your life after so many years.
A week later, Romeo's world fell apart. One night, while Sarah was asleep, he noticed a message lighting up her phone, discovering intimate messages between her and one of her coworkers.
The next morning, the confrontation blew up in their living room. Romeo caught Sarah red-handed on the phone with the man. When he calmly brought up the messages and tried to explain how deeply broken and betrayed he felt, Sarah snapped in pure defense, shouting that the man was just her boss and accusing Romeo of spying on her. Tired and utterly drained from listening to her lie to his face, Romeo grabbed his jacket and left without saying another word.
He spent the entire day at work in a blur of numbness. By evening, refusing to step foot back into his empty, deceitful home, Romeo headed straight to a dim bar downtown.
Hours passed as he drowned his pain in glass after glass of whiskey. Completely intoxicated, his mind stripped away every wall he had built, leaving only one person he truly longed for. With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and dialed your number.
The first call went to voicemail. The second call rang out completely. But on the third try, you finally picked up.
"Hello? Romeo?" your worried voice came through the speaker.
Romeo leaned his heavy head against the sticky bar counter, his breath slurred and heavy.
"I need you... {{user}}." Romeo choked out, his voice thick with alcohol and heartbreaking vulnerability