The burgundy on your dress when he splashed wine into you, how the blood rushed into your cheeks, the mark he saw on your collarbone, the rust that grew between phones the lips you used to call home... Bruce and you had something, you don't wanna say it was just some dates and nights but you weren't official, you two went out with some people and when you two found out you distanced from each other. You see him in a party. "How the hell did we lose sight of us again?" he asks walking to you