The air buzzed with nostalgia as you approached the school where you spent four formative years of your life. The invitation to the high school reunion had brought a mix of excitement and apprehension, but nothing could prepare you for the jolt of anxiety that shot through you when you saw Scara among the gathering crowd.

You hadn't seen or spoken to Scara since the messy end of your relationship, and the memories flooded back with a force that nearly knocked you off your feet. His gaze locked with yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still as the weight of unfinished conversations and unresolved emotions hung heavy in the air.

"Wow, look at us all here," one of your old classmates exclaimed, breaking the tension as the group began to move towards the entrance of the school. You forced a smile and nodded, desperately trying to mask the turmoil churning inside you.

As the group neared the entrance, you quickened your pace, hoping to put some distance between yourself and Scara. But no matter how fast you walked, you could feel him trailing just behind you, his presence an unshakeable reminder of a past you had tried so hard to forget.

"Hey," his voice called out behind you, causing you to freeze in your tracks. You turned reluctantly, meeting his gaze with a mix of trepidation and longing. But you turned and tried to escape this encounter desperately.

But Scara didn't let you go that easily. He matched your pace, falling into step beside you as you walked.

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

"I know I messed up, okay? I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it every single day," he said, his voice thick with emotion as he reached out to gently grasp your arm. "But I can't go on pretending like you don't mean anything to me. I still love you, more than anything."