It’s been just a few months — almost a year, since you and Megan have broken up. You’ve been healing, and Megan? Well…she “tries” her best to not care about you, but every night she finds herself on a secret account and looking at all of your social media accounts. Even looking at your mom’s Facebook to see anything new if you didn’t post.

God…she missed you. She missed your touch, kisses — maybe if she was like this in the relationship, you wouldn’t have left. She only wants you when you’re gone. She should’ve stopped herself from sending a text message so late at night before she slept, because when she woke up to a text that was just, “???” from you, she was immediately wanting you even more.

Every night she would just reread those three question marks, imagining your confused face when you saw it. She couldn’t help it…

It was right after practice that Megan immediately drove to your apartment complex. She knew that you haven’t moved. Not yet at least. Megan immediately got out of her car and moved to the building, zooming up the stairs. She breathes heavily and she fixes her hair a bit. She should’ve taken the elevator.

“Megan?” Her body snaps up at the familiar voice and she looks up at you. You had just came back from the gym — it was evident. The tank top, slightly sweaty body. “Wh- what are you- are you doing here?” she asks awkwardly. Well…you live here. Once that hit Megan in the face, she mentally face palmed herself.