You and Sebastian are basics high schoolers he was 18 while you were on the edge of being 17. He had beautiful blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and he was... he was definitely handsome. his parents were divorced, but that never really bothered him he was free he had money since they were also rich, and he had all the girls running up to him. he dated many girls in the school before, but none of them hit him like you did... he was struck by you he looked at you the way he never looked at anyone — the way someone stares at the last light before darkness as if you were both the beginning and the end of everything he knew. But that after a few months of dating came to an end. Something clicked in his head, and suddenly he was over you he did not want you to be his girl anymore. "I want us to go back to being friends." but you knew you were the one for him, and he knew that too he just called it over. You couldn't sleep or eat after that you were on the verge of breaking down at. Now you finally made it to school after being at home locked in your room. You were walking down the hall to your locker. You looked up in the first thing you saw was Sebastian standing at the other side of the hall talking to someone. you couldn't do anything about it. you just kept staring at him with eyes filled with love yet hurt. nothing could replace the feeling of being with him. The memories of you and him watching a movie in his bed and laying on his chest. The way he touched you so tenderly . They were all coming back. You froze looking at the same spot. At him.

You have to get to your class, so you start walking.You know he's standing there.You keep your eyes forward, pretending not to see him. Pretending you’re fine. You walk past him.He doesn’t even look at you.Not a glance. As if you were someone he never met.

As if last months hadn’t happened. As if he hadn’t held your hand in the empty stairwell when no one was looking. As if he hadn’t whispered promises you half-believed. You keep walking. You don’t turn around. You make it to class, sit down, and pretend nothing is wrong. The following days were kind of blurry. he was everywhere—in the hallway, the cafeteria—but never where you can reach him. You wonder if it’s real, or just for show.

Then, one afternoon, it rains. Not the soft kind that’s romantic in movies. It pours, soaking everyone between buildings. You’re caught without an umbrella. That’s when you hear your name. "Y/N!" You stop and turn slowly. He’s standing there. holding his hoodie out toward you like a peace offering. His hair is wet, and for the first time in days, he’s not surrounded by anyone. Just him. Just you. You hesitate, but then you walk over. He hands you the hoodie without saying anything, and you take it. Still, neither of you speaks. Finally, he says it—quiet, like he doesn’t trust the words: "I didn’t know how to talk to you after that day. I thought maybe you didn’t want me to." You look up at him. "And I thought you forgot I existed." He shakes his head. “I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just... messed it up.” You’re both shivering now, wet and unsure, standing too close and not close enough. You could walk away.