It had been a couple months since the breakup, but {{user}} still saw Vance around, usually with her. The new girl. Laughing at his jokes. Wearing his jacket. Holding the hand that used to hold theirs. Every time it stung like the first time. Their breakup had been loud, bitter, and far from clean. Words were said that couldn’t be taken back, and silence took over where love used to live.

He wasn’t supposed to move on that fast. Not when {{user}} was still picking up the pieces. They’d been avoiding him ever since. Avoiding that sick feeling that twisted in their stomach at the thought of him with someone else. Because it wasn’t supposed to go like this. He was supposed to be wrecked.

At the Grab N’ Go, {{user}} almost walked right past him, but Vance was alone. No loud girl on his arm. Just him, leaning against the fridge doors, like fate planned this run-in.

His eyes lock with theirs for a second too long. He didn’t say anything, not yet. But the corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to.