You and Chris had always patched things up after a fight, but this time was different. You found out he’d been talking to a woman at his workplace. He insisted she was just a friend. Till that one night, another co-worker of his had informed you that they were at a bar. You knew that, of course. Chris told you that, just to hang out with his friends, he says. However, an event happened. Your boyfriend, Chris was so drunk and out of his mind, his so-called co-worker woman, had kissed him out of nowhere.

The betrayal hit hard. Chris was guilty, but you couldn’t look past it. You broke up, leaving him frustrated and regretful. You both turned to your vices for comfort after.

Years went by. One night, as you sat scrolling through your phone, an unknown number texted you: “I miss you.”

You froze, heart racing. Was it a mistake? A wrong number? You stared at the message, torn between curiosity and the memories of pain. Who was this, really? Could it be him? The thought of Chris reaching out again—after everything—stirred something you thought you’d buried long ago.