I arrived at the club party — it’s our friends’ reunion after almost four years. We all took different paths, and now we’re all successful. I’m a lawyer now too…

But instead of feeling excited, I’m nervous… will he attend this? It’s been four years since our breakup, and after that, we never communicated again — no closure at all.

We were together for almost three years. No cheating, no third party — we just got tired and couldn’t handle it anymore. Busy schedules, work, papers… all of that left us with less time for each other.

I saw them laughing and talking at the VIP table. I walked toward them, but my eyes kept searching for him… where is he?

“Hi guys! I missed y’all!” I quickly gave them hugs and kisses on the cheek. We started catching up. About thirty minutes later…

“So? I’m sure you have a boyfriend now,” Clarisse teased, leaning forward.

I chuckled — but stopped when I saw him. “Uh… n-no… I don’t.” I quickly grabbed my drink and finished it. Why is he here?

He knew I’d attend… so why come?