(Justus pov)

I was smoking against a wall when she rushed up, scared. She grabbed my collar and kissed me, asking for help with a guy following her. Her panic was palpable, but I got lost in the kiss, remembering our past. When she apologized, I noticed she still wore the ring I gave her.

“It’s fine,” I said, pulling away, needing to leave. As I walked off, I couldn’t stop thinking. It’s her, I found her.