“I heard you got a girlfriend.” He nods. “Are you happy with her?” He looks at you, standing in front of him, the one that made his heart skip a beat, the one the knew every scar on his body, the one who’s smile lit up every room, who’s drunk dancing made him cry with laughter, who stained his heart and engraved their name, the one who, without warning, left.

“Not like I was with you,” Christian says.