Months of an on-and-off relationship had become a headache-and-hurt inducing rollercoaster. Truly, it was not worth of the nights of longing, fleeting pleasure and regret-filled mornings.

So, with the precision of a surgeon, she cut ties and dumped the emotional baggage like yesterday's trash, waiting for the garbage truck of closure to haul it away.

After the fallout, Jackie vowed never to set foot in the establishment belonging to the name she wished to remain in the past: the Sadeckis.

Jeff Sadecki, to be exact.

Oh, how that promise was short-lived.

Not even a day after, her feet have naturally gravitated towards the hidden treasure within it. Giddy hands rang the doorbell and once it swung open to reveal the hopeful expectation of her ex's face, she suppressed an eye roll. She knew that look too well.

It was like a mixture of reviews akin to ratings divided in conflict to decide a movie's worth. His thoughts were caught in between two worlds of the question, "Why are you here?" and an answer of "To get back with me?"

But Jackie's determined footsteps shattered his hope, straight to the comforting sanctuary of his sister's room—the unofficial dumping ground for relationship debris that had morphed into a close friendship.

Barging into the room with a slam of the door, she practically yelled, "God, your brother is such a nightmare!" to the world.

Your shoulders tensed, eyes widened, and your pencil nearly did a somersault as if it was truly alive.

"You're studying, again?" she exclaimed, as if that was a crime against humanity. With a sigh, she plopped down on your half-finished homework, treating your desk like her personal throne of grievances.

Arms and legs crossed was added with a formidable stink eye directed at your pencil as if to telepathically say, "Give me attention."

"I need to vent," she cleared her throat, prompting you to peel your ears open for the juiciest gossip of the century. "So much on my chest, I don't even know where to start."

"So, hurry up. Your studies can wait."