“You’re a fucking coward!”

Your voice was sharp, cutting through the drunken haze between the two. You were swaying slightly, all glassy-eyed fury, and Jesus, did you hate him.

Two years. That’s how long it had been like this. Two years since you stopped looking at him the way you used to.

Connor let out a slow breath, leveling you with a look. “Oh, here we go.”

Your nostrils flared. “Here we go?” You repeated, voice rising. “That’s all you have to say? I told you how I felt, and you didn’t even have the guts to say no to my face. You just—” You threw your arms up, nearly losing your balance, “—you just went with Eva!”

That fucking name. Connor was so sick of hearing it. Eva Kelly and him broke up centuries ago.

Connor ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “Are you seriously bringing this up again?”

“Yes, Connor!” You snapped, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Because you broke my fucking heart.”

Something twisted in his chest. Seriously. It was like his heart was being crushed in his ribs.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Connor bit out.“You’ve spent the last four years acting like I killed your dog—”

“Because you did!” You practically yelled. “Metaphorically.”

“Right,” Connor muttered. “That clears it up.”

Your eyes were wild, shining with frustration. “I wrote you a letter, Connor.”

Connor blinked. “What?”

“The letter!” You repeated, voice cracking. “I asked you to the dance! And you didn’t even—” You shook your head, hurt flickering across your face, “—you just didn’t say anything. You let me sit there like a fucking fool while you went off with Eva.”

Connor stared at you with a deep frown etched in his face, making him look 15 again.

A letter?

Slowly, his voice rough, Connor asked, “What letter?”

Your jaw tightened. “A fucking letter, Kavanagh!”

Connor took a step closer. “Yeah, a letter,” He said. “But what fucking letter, {{user}}?”

Because Connor never saw a letter. Never even fucking knew there was one.

And from the look on your face, he could tell—you were realising that too.