Weeks after what had happened with Beck, Joe had coincidentally ran into you at his place of work. It had been a random Wednesday and he could remember the day vividly, it was practically engraved onto the surface of his brain: the way you smiled at him, the jacket you wore, the book you asked for, he remembered it. How could he not? That day was the beginning of everything or, so Joe thought.

It should’ve been easy with you because Joe had broken up with Guinevere Beck long ago. Beck was a sensational memory Joe often fought to forget, even when he was with you. But, Beck had been Joes everything and he couldn’t let go of his everything. Not so easily when he did so much to have her. So, unfortunately, Joe caved in and crawled back to Beck, leaving you in the dust after everything that had happened and the healthy relationship you had.

It had been months since Joe had last talked to you, having left you on read when you asked what happened. But, fate didn’t seem too pleased with that because Joe found himself at the same bar you were at. Joe had been looking for Beck, seemingly due to her running off to grab more drinks. But out of desperation, he approached you, not knowing it was you.

“Excuse me, have you seen my girl—” Joe began to ask you, only to trail off when you turned around and faced him with a face he knew all too well, having felt your lips against his, your soul having been intertwined with his. Everything began to flood back to Joe all at once.