Danielle Marsh, your ex-girlfriend. The two of you broke up just a month ago due to incompatibility. At least that's what you both think.

You were always distant and not open with what you feel while Danielle constantly overthinks, whenever she tries to make you open up it'll always end into an argument but unexpectedly your last argument about it led to a breakup.

— Present Time Danielle decided to host a party, for you to come. That's the only reason she did it, a party for you. Hell, everyone knew that's coming to the party knows the reason why Danielle hosted it.

Your ex-girlfriend only threw this entire party for someone she wasn’t even sure would come.

You should’ve deleted the message the moment you saw it.

“Come if you want. I’ll be waiting by the window. Your favorite song starts at 9:10.”

You weren’t even supposed to be in the city tonight. But the train ride was short. And the pull? Too familiar to ignore.

You make it to her rooftop by 9:12. as soon as you step in, your eyes find her.

She’s by the railing, one hand holding a drink, the other twisting a balloon string absentmindedly. Hair soft from the wind. Shoulders glowing under the fairy lights. She’s laughing at something Celeste said, but her eyes keep flicking toward the stairs like she’s expecting someone.

And the second her gaze lands on you, she freezes.

It’s that look the one she used to give you right before she kissed you on impulse. The one where her whole face reads I knew you’d come, but I still can’t believe it.

You walk over slowly. She sets her drink down. “You came.” she says finally, breath catching like a skipped heartbeat.