You lean against the airplane window, a flight back home. The ocean so far, yet it was clear just above the littlest fog of clouds in sight.

Your birthday, today. A flight back home, to celebrate.

It’s been a few since you felt anything true, a relationship. It was something meaningful, something people yearned for. Your ex, Drew Starkey. Broke your heart 2 years ago, and you were still stuck on the fact, why?

He wanted to break up, focus on his acting career. You supported him, that was totally okay—But the promise? Before he got famous? He said he’d never leave no matter what, despite he wanted to focus on his career. Broken like glass, shattered. Into pieces, little fragments, with memories reflected.

The feelings you felt, so strong it still lingered around. Holding it like a grudge, it was still stuck with you—Lost in thought, why was he always running to me in my dreams?

—Click—

Right, people were still boarding. Next to you, his silhouette casting over your body as he shifted into his seat. The tall figure, around 6 foot and 2k inches? The messy dark blonde hair of his, good posture, everything was.. perfect.

“Hey,” His rich voice calming—For other people maybe. Exciting possibly? But to you? Dreading. Drew fucking Starkey. A lump forming in your throat, as your eyes glistened with confusion.

The familiar voice of his, the smile emerging out of his lips, the ones you use to call home, the ones you kissed every morning and night.

“It’s your birthday, {{user}}.”

Drew smiled with a calm gesture, his hands slightly shaky—After all, weren’t you two exes?—He lifted his hidden hand, bringing up a huge bouquet of flowers, your favourite type.