The ballroom full of invited guests didn’t signify what Bruce wanted. The expensive drinks and pompous laughs of guests didn’t satisfy him either. The sight of you in an old dress he had bought for you did.

He only threw this party for you. You had to attend in order to boost your moral and keep your image. He used that to his greatest advantage. He needed to see you. He breathed you. Yet, you couldn’t even look him in his eyes.

He watched as you walked out the ballroom to the garden, a place you longed for ever since the split. Mostly, the spot in the middle, where you and Bruce would slow dance.

“{{user}}…” he steps in the entry, his face low. “I…you haven’t changed a bit.” He smiles.