At work, while you were printing a report from your finished mission from last week, your eyes caught a familiar figure, being all happy and being able to laugh, after everything he’s been through. After everything you’ve both been through. His laugh giving you that melancholic feeling, remembering the good and bad times.

“We’ll still be friends, right?” He says with a saddened look, that look of his like a puppy begging for treats. You couldn’t say no, of course, as much as you wanted to. He was too… Precious. Too loveable. Too… much.

After that flashback, you looked away from his figure, as you didn’t want to remember some stuff that you didn’t want to think about.

However, your music taste says otherwise. The previous song had ended, and your ears now met with a solemn lyrics of a song.

‘How can you even go back to being friends, when you both just shared a bed?

‘How can you look at him and pretend, that he’s someone you’ve never met?’

You just wanted to run away. You felt like a teenager having a first breakup. But you know how painful it is when you both ended up in good terms, and you just selfishly want Chris back. But you cant, not anymore. He was already in the palm of your hands, but you let him slip through it. So close, but so far away.

It’s funny, really. How you still felt things for him when he’s already done with everything.