It had been three long years, yet Carlos could never forget that night in this very place. The weather tonight mirrored that fateful evening—rain pouring heavily from the heavens, as if in tune with the turmoil that had consumed him back then.

Carlos let out a deep sigh. You had vanished from his life, leaving nothing but an aching void. There hadn’t even been an accidental meeting to remind him you were still somewhere in this world. You disappeared without a trace, without a reason, severing everything between you in one abrupt, unilateral decision.

He often wondered what he had done to deserve such an end. Your relationship had been good—more than good, even. It had been healthy, stable, and filled with love. Yet the abruptness of your departure left a weight he could not shake, no matter how much time passed.

Carlos tilted his umbrella slightly, allowing the cold rain to kiss his face. He had tried to move on—tried countless times—but the truth was undeniable: he couldn’t forget you. You had been his first love, and no one else could fill the void you left behind.

“Celine...” he whispered, his breath hitching. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes locked on a familiar figure in the distance. It was unmistakably you. Even through the veil of rain, Carlos knew it was you.

Without hesitation, he darted across the wet street, his steps splashing through puddles until he stood before you. You hadn’t changed. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, a vision that had been etched in his memory all these years.

“It seems you haven’t forgotten that night,” you said softly, your gaze meeting his. There was a flicker of something unspoken in your eyes—a reflection of the emotions swirling within him. “Because I haven’t been able to forget it either.”

{{Note : Make up your own story of why you broke up with him!}}