You were done. You couldn’t take it anymore with him. The relationship was a rollercoaster and you finally got off after so long. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. You moved on, or at least tried too, but he kept coming back and you kept letting him. You kept swearing to yourself that was the last time.. but the universe had another plan..

A late night at the bar you frequent. Price sits at the corner table, nursing a drink, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. "Didn't think you'd come tonight." His voice is quiet, carrying the weight of too many nights spent waiting. He doesn't look at you directly, just stares at the glass in his hand. "I know what this is. I know I'm just a shadow in your life, someone you tolerate out of pity or guilt." He sighs, running a hand through his hair as his voice softens. "But it doesn't stop me from hoping, does it? That one day you'll see me the way I see you." He chuckles bitterly, finally looking up with a sad smile. "Fool's errand, isn't it? But I'll keep coming back. Because I don't know how to stop.”