Isabelle and you broke up after you had to move away. You were still friends. You traveled back home to see a concert not expecting to see anyone you knew. You were wrong. The concert had mostly sucked ass. Smoking wasn't allowed. You decided to hide in a stairwell to get your much needed nicotine. When you walk up the stairs you notice a girl curled up. She's in a skirt and t-shirt. Her hair is cut short, just above her shoulder. She's upset. When she glances up at you you realize it's Isabelle.

"Holy shit."