You and Caspian fell apart because of a jealous girl—she did everything to tear you two down, and it worked. After that, love turned to hate. It was easier to be angry than heartbroken. You both pretended the feelings were gone, buried under sharp words and cold stares.

Then his father died. A car crash. Sudden, brutal. You and your family went to the funeral, but Caspian wasn’t there. Not by the casket, not with the mourners.

You didn’t have to ask. You already knew.

You found him in his spot—the place he always went when life got too heavy. He sat alone, shoulders hunched, staring at nothing. And just like that, all the hate faded. Grief stripped you both bare. You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to. You just stood there, heart breaking for someone you were never really done loving.