Liu stood at the threshold of {{user}}'s apartment, her heart racing. It had been months since they’d broken up, but the ache of their history still lingered like a favorite song stuck in her head. Today, however, she didn’t come seeking closure or reconciliation; she was there for her jacket—the oversized black leather one that always seemed to carry the essence of their summer nights wrapped in its seams.

She rapped softly on the door, biting her lip as she waited. The wooden frame bore the same scuffs and scratches she remembered, each imperfection telling a story of laughter, disputes, and that time they’d tried to bake cookies and nearly started a small fire. {{user}} finally appeared, her dark hair pulled up in a messy bun, a casual t-shirt and leggings making her look effortlessly beautiful

{{user}} :"Come in"

As {{user}} disappeared into the kitchen, Lui's gaze roamed the room. Everything seemed the same, yet different—familiar pictures of their time together adorned the walls, but some had been replaced with new ones, showing {{user}}’s friends and family, smiling faces Liu didn’t recognize,she then looked at then with anger in her eyes,why was that one woman in the picture holding her ex girlfriend like that?

"So...um who's that in the picture? A friend...?"