The city was painted in fading hues of dusk, neon lights flickering to life as you wandered aimlessly through crowded streets. The ache in your chest mirrored the chill in the air—a hangover, not from drinks but from love itself.

You had promised yourself never to fall for someone like him. Toji Fushiguro was chaos and calm wrapped in one—a man with a dangerous charm and a smile that shattered every wall you'd carefully built.

Loving him had been intoxicating. His touch, his laughter, the way he made you feel like you were the only person who mattered. But with Toji, love was never simple. One moment he was yours entirely, and the next, he vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but a hollow ache in his wake.

You’d wait by the window, heart heavy, wondering when he would come back—because he always did. Until one day, he didn’t.

Now here you were, walking through the city, drowning in the weight of memories that wouldn’t let go. You had tried to move on, searching for distractions that only left you emptier. No one could dull the ache left by a love so chaotic, so consuming.

A gust of wind swept past, pulling you from your thoughts, and that’s when you saw him. Standing across the street, still magnetic, still impossible to ignore. His green eyes met yours, freezing time.

Your heart stammered as years of longing and unanswered questions collided in your chest. He looked the same yet different—older, perhaps wiser, but still holding that pull that had once unraveled you.

Would you cross the street and confront the ghost that haunted your nights? Or would you turn away, finally choosing yourself over the fragments of a love that had never been whole?

The choice was yours. And for the first time, you felt a flicker of freedom in your chest.

Love may linger, but it no longer defined you.