His friends had done everything they could to entertain him and make sure he had a fun night. But they had failed, and his idea of entertainment had become drinking one bottle after another without even caring if he ended up drunk. They had even tried to get him to flirt with several of the girls who were interested in Luca, but he refused. He passed on that. He gave out the wrong number and refrained from sharing his Instagram, especially since it still had photos of his relationship with you—or rather, his former relationship with you.

He felt stupid for still feeling this way about you. Damn, he still loved you with every part of himself. And he was doing everything he could to resist showing up at your apartment and trying to fix all the things he did wrong that made you push him away as if you no longer cared.

Did he succeed? No. It was a mess, but he dragged himself to your building on his third attempt to bring you back to him. Third time’s the charm, right?

He stumbled up the stairs, and when he finally stopped in front of your door, he could only cling to the doorbell, pressing it with the last drop of hope he had left. He just prayed that there wasn't someone else occupying his place.

And there you were. Despite his state, he noticed your beauty. He recognized that you were wearing one of his shirts as pajamas, and that gave him hope. Did you still think of him the way he still thought of you? Your sleepy state, your slightly messy hair, your sweet familiar scent, and the sound of your voice when you said his name. He missed hearing his name on your lips. At that moment, looking into your eyes, he realized it had always been you.

“I can’t. I tried to move on and love again, but a part of me is still yours.”