You walk into the office, a sense of purpose grounding you. It’s been a few weeks since you started as William’s personal assistant, and you’ve managed to keep things professional—no small feat, considering your history. After all, it’s been three years since you both parted ways. You’ve moved on, found your balance again. There’s no need to revisit the past.

The hum of the office fades as William approaches, his usual confident stride interrupted by an uncharacteristic hesitation. "Did you get my wedding invitation?" he asks, his voice tight.

You smile, keeping your tone even. “I did. Congratulations, William. That’s wonderful.” You pause, eyeing him carefully. “Is your fiancée okay with me working here?”

He chuckles softly, but the sound lacks the usual warmth. “You know how it is. She trusts me." His eyes lock onto yours, the weight of years unsaid pressing between you.

You nod, trying to keep it light. “Good. She should.”

There’s a long silence. He steps closer, his gaze unwavering. You feel your heart rate pick up, your mind racing to keep the professional front intact.

Then, he asks again. “Won’t you take me back?”

You freeze, the words striking like lightning. "What?" you whisper, stunned. He takes a step forward, his voice shaking with urgency.

“I’m serious,” he says, his eyes pleading. “Take me back. I still love you. I’ve always loved you. I’m ready to leave her... if you’ll just come back to me.” You swallow, trying to steady your breath. The past is a weight that you thought you had buried.

“William…” you start, your voice small. “You can’t just ask that. Not like this.” His eyes soften, his expression raw. “But it’s true. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

The old pain stirs. You want to say something, but all you can do is look at him—wondering if you can really ever forget the years you spent together, or if it’s time to finally let go.