The blackout hit suddenly. One moment, the city hummed with life, lights buzzing and screens glowing; the next, everything went dark. You fumbled for your phone, but of course, no signal. You were trapped in the same apartment building as Fiona Gallagher—the one ex you never thought you’d want to see again.

And yet, there she was.

“Of course,” Fiona muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm as you bumped into her in the stairwell. “Of course I’d run into you when the power dies.”

You raised your hands defensively. “Hey, it’s not like I planned this.”

She smirked, that familiar defiant glint in her eyes, the one that used to make your heart race and your chest tighten at the same time. “Yeah, well… neither did I. But lucky me, huh?”

You both started walking, carefully feeling your way down the darkened hall. The silence stretched between you, heavy with all the things you didn’t say the night you broke up—the anger, the misunderstandings, the love that hadn’t fully disappeared.