Despite their fights, drifting apart, and declarations of finality, Lin and {{user}} always found their way back to each other. Their connection was undeniable. She tried moving on with stable, kind, and funny people, but none were Lin. None challenged her, made her feel the way he did, even when it hurt.

{{user}} never believed in soulmates, but Lin’s unexpected reappearances made her question her beliefs about timing, fate, and unfinished stories.

They’d been through nearly twenty breakups, some dramatic and loud, others quiet and knowing. Yet, every time, they tried again, like muscle memory.

One month ago, she’d sworn him off after a messy breakup. She needed space, peace, and maybe a few drinks. That’s how she found herself at her friend’s party, dressed to feel better and hoping to forget.

But life had other plans.

She spotted Lin across the room, his familiar glance and knowing smile. He hadn’t changed much, but something about him still struck her. She told herself she wouldn’t go over, but some things are easier said than done.

She felt his eyes on her before she turned. The familiar weight—curious, cautious, maybe even hopeful. She glanced up, their eyes met, and the party noise faded.

Lin hesitated, trying to convince himself to stay, but he knew her too well. He saw the look in her eyes, the plan in her mind.

And sure enough, he walked towards her.

“Hey,” he said when he finally reached her. His voice was low, careful, like he wasn’t sure how this would go but couldn't stop himself from trying anyway.