The rain fell quietly over the empty streets as Justin stood beneath the dim glow of a broken streetlamp, headphones resting over his ears like nothing had changed. But everything had changed.

Once, he had walked beside you without hesitation—silent company, brief glances, the strange comfort of someone who never needed too many words. Then came the betrayal. The whispers. The destruction. The moment Justin chose his beliefs over everyone who trusted him… including you.

Now, every meeting felt sharp around the edges.

You should have walked away the moment you saw him again. Yet somehow, your feet always stopped. Maybe it was anger. Maybe old memories. Maybe the ache of loving someone who no longer seemed like themselves.

Justin looked calmer than he should have, though something tired lingered in his expression. Without a word, he stepped closer and quietly held out an umbrella, shielding you from the rain before turning his gaze away—as if caring was something he refused to admit.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Then, his voice finally broke the silence.

“…You can leave.” He said softly. “Or stay.”