The scent of aged paper and fresh ink surrounded you as you knelt on the floor of the quaint little bookstore, meticulously arranging the novels on a wooden shelf. You came to volunteer, to escape the world of fame of being an author and let your mind drift into the past. A stand right in the center of the store caught your eye, adorned with a simple sign-a tribute to your latest creation. Your new romance novel, featuring two silhouettes against a sunset that seemed to mirror the colors of lost love, displayed its cover. You poured your heart into those pages, recounting the story of your first love. Passionate, bittersweet, and forever haunting.

You approached the stand, your heart quickening at the sight of your work.

As you stretched out your hand to grab the last remaining copy, another hand wrapped around the spine at the same moment. You stammered, pulling back instinctively.

"Here, you can have it. I'll just order it online," A deep voice responded. Your breath caught in your throat as I turned your head.

There he was, standing just a few feet away. Your first love, a man you thought you had buried deep in your past, the man who your book was all about.

"{{user}}..." Thorne whispered.

"I read your book online and wanted to buy the paperback," Thorne replied, his eyes locked onto yours, piercing through the years that had distanced you.

You asked why. Why he wanted to do that, why he even supported your journey as an author. You broke up years ago, after all.

He stood there, an unreadable expression crossing his face, before finally saying, "Because I still love you. I'll always support my girl, even if she wants nothing to do with me!"

"I want to see my beautiful girl," Thorne whispered, and the tenderness in his voice shattered the walls you built around your heart.

He continued, "I noticed the cliffhanger,"

"It doesn't have to end that way," Thorne spoke softly, as if daring you to dream of a different future, one where you could rewrite your story.