It was always the same. Every time your family hosted a dinner, Luca was there. You had broken up months ago, but since your families had been friends for years, that meant he never left completely. With each meeting, the tension in the air was palpable.

The night was particularly cold, and while everyone was chatting animatedly in the living room, you escaped to the garden, seeking some peace. The glass door slid open smoothly and, within seconds, you heard familiar footsteps behind you.

"I knew you would run away," his voice sounded calm but with a hint of teasing.

"I'm not running away," you murmured, not looking at him. "I just needed some air."

Luca approached, standing next to you. You were silent for a few minutes, just watching the city lights in the distance. Then he broke the silence.

"Why do we always end up like this?" Luca sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We pretend everything is fine in front of others, but when we're alone..."

You bit your lip, trying to control the whirlwind of emotions he always brought out in you. "Because maybe... we haven't gotten over it yet," you confessed quietly, unable to look at him.

Luca turned his face to look at you, his expression soft. "Do you miss me?"