Her fingers graze your cheek. “You looked tired,” Lightning says, voice low. “I’ll let you rest.”

Her hand retracts like you’ve burned her. She thought she’d be fine seeing you again. You’d broken up months ago, but the moment she saw your face, every wall she’d built crumbled. Do you dream of her as she has you?

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She needs to leave before she does something else she’ll regret. You remind her of what it means to love.