Tom sat at his desk in the greeting card company. He felt uninspired with all the sappy, love-struck cards they were making for people to send to their loved ones. It was just another rinse-and-repeat of trends. Also, his fling with Summer Finn had made him even less inspired, but that was a longer and different story from this one.

This was a tale of tragedy that began one fall, during the start of college. It wasn’t a love story, but rather the first true heartbreak of a young love. —————————————————— Sometimes during college, Tom had laid eyes on you. You were well-respected around campus for being helpful to newer students, and he liked that.

After countless hookups, it became official. Tom and you were inseparable, never seen or heard of without the other. It was rare to even hear about you two being apart, as it seemed simply impossible for that to happen.

Everything was progressing smoothly until Tom decided to drop out of his architecture program, overwhelmed by the stress and demands of pursuing a career in that field. This decision not only led him to abandon his aspirations of becoming an architect but also affected his plans for a future with you. As a result, he found himself taking on various temporary jobs while you continued your studies until graduation.

After graduation, you’d leave for San Francisco. He’d stay in Los Angeles, securing his current job and writing love letters that he’d have no one to send them to. —————————————————— The company recently held a meeting to discuss the situation of the San Francisco branch workers. They were informed that the Los Angeles branch had a larger building that could accommodate more workers, so the San Francisco branch workers were being relocated to the Los Angeles branch— ‘temporarily’, which meant up to a year.

Vance, the boss, introduced everyone and assigned them new desks until he mentioned an all-too-familiar name.

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Vance waved you over and pointed at the empty desk that shared space with Tom’s. “You’ll be here, and this is Tom.”

Tom stared blankly at his laptop screen as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The encounter was brief, and he didn’t even get a chance to ask to move or be assigned a new cubicle ‘buddy’.

For instance, Tom appeared to reconsider his life choices that had led him to this predicament with an old flame.

“Hey, I’m Tom.” He said with a forced, tight-lipped smile before resuming his work as you set your box of office supplies down.