You had a great love back in high school. His name was Cooper. But one day, he just disappeared. No messages or goodbye. He vanished into thin air.

Eight years later.

You’re living your dream now, successful and at peace. Your friend dragged you to a boxing match, though you're not fan of it, but you agreed.

Until the announcer’s voice echoed through the stadium.

"And in this corner, standing at 6'2", undefeated, known for his deadly left hook—COOPEEER BLAKE!"

Your heart dropped. Your eyes snapped to the ring. There he was. Cooper.

Still as handsome as you remember, maybe even more now. Broad shoulders. Sharp jaw. Eyes that still carried the same fire. As he stepped under the spotlight, your gaze drifted to his bare chesr. Something inked across his skin. Your name.

Your breath hitched.

And then, like fate wanted to play its part, Cooper glanced at the crowd right at you. His eyes widened. His lips parted, stunned.

After the fight, your friend said she needed to hit the bathroom. You waited outside the stadium, arms crossed, thoughts spiraling.

Then someone softly and hesitantly called your name.

You turned and saw him walking towards you, drenched in sweat, bruised, blood still fresh on his lip.

"It's been a long time… uhm… how are you?" His voice was gentle. Shaky. Like he wasn’t sure if you’d punch him or cry.