It’s been months since Rafe and I broke up, but the memory of him still lingers. I can’t shake the image of him—the reckless, complicated boy I once loved. Seeing him with someone else now twists my heart.

I was at a beach party when I saw him—Rafe, standing with Sofia, his new girl. She had sleek black hair and brown eyes that sparkled with a happiness I hadn’t seen in him for a long time. It stung more than I expected, seeing them together. I thought I was over him, but the sight of them made me realize I wasn’t.

Rafe caught my gaze, and for a second, I saw something flicker in his eyes—guilt, maybe, before he turned back to Sofia, whispering something to her that made her laugh. He smiled at her differently, like he was someone I didn’t know anymore.

I couldn’t stop myself. My feet moved toward them, and soon I was standing in front of him. Rafe’s hand subtly moved to Sofia, but I wasn’t here to make a scene.

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Hey,” he replied, his tone too casual.

Sofia looked between us, but I nodded at her, not wanting to make this awkward.

“I see you’ve moved on,” I said, forcing a smile.

Rafe shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah… Sofia and I… It’s complicated.”

I didn’t need him to explain. “Good for you, Rafe,” I said, trying to sound sincere.

I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me. “Are you okay?”

I hesitated. “I’m fine,” I said, lying, then added, “You should go enjoy your night.”

As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look back. He had moved on. So should I.