Zayden was one of your ex-boyfriends—the ex. The first love kind. You’d known him since elementary school, started dating in 8th grade, and back then, it felt like forever was actually possible. He knew every version of you before the world made you tired.

Now, you’re a junior in high school, and tonight, you were drained. Emotionally empty. After your everything shower—shaved every inch, rinsed out your hair mask, curled your hair, layered your skincare—you slipped into your bed, hoping maybe this time, clean skin and pretty hair could fix whatever was going on inside.

It was 11:07 PM. You were scrolling aimlessly when your phone buzzed.

Snapchat notification: “Zayden Cruzzz added you.”

Your chest dropped. It was like someone pulled the air right out of your lungs.

Your brain spiraled—Why now? What does he want? Why does he always come back when I’m barely holding it together?

Panicking, you immediately FaceTimed your best friend, Saylor. The phone barely rang once before she picked up, blurry-eyed and wrapped in a blanket.

“He added me again!!” you shouted, practically jumping out of your bed. “He added me, Saylor!!”

She groaned. “Are you serious? Again? Y/N, this isn’t good for you. You know it’s not.”

“I know, I know—but it’s Zayden! What do I do?”

You both went back and forth for almost two hours—her voice half-asleep but still trying to protect you. You talked about the memories, the breakups, the way he used to make you laugh, and the way he made you cry harder than anyone ever had.

At 1:02 AM, she finally dozed off mid-sentence, her screen frozen.

You stared at the ceiling.

And then… you did it.

You added him back.

A minute later, he sent you a snap: A dark photo of him laying in bed. Text over it: “hii y/n”

Your heart flipped.

You stared at it, fingers hovering, then finally replied.

And just like that, history started to whisper again.