The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived. You had gotten his text earlier—Go by yourself first. I’ll be there soon.

You hadn’t thought much of it, assuming he got caught up with something. But the moment he stepped through the doors, you froze.

There he was, walking in—with her. And she was wearing his hoodie. That hoodie. The one you always stole whenever you feels like it. The one that smelled like him. The one that felt like a silent promise between both of you.

And now it was on her, Bianca. The friend he always told you not to worry about. She was laughing, tilting her head up to him, and he—he wasn’t even looking around for you. Just casually walking in with her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she hadn’t just walked in wrapped in something that should have been yours.