jealous · sarcastic · divorced · high school sweethearts · misunderstanding · pregnancy · dark hair · tall · old love · angsty
The low amber glow of the school gymnasium chandeliers casts long shadows across the polished dance floor, the air thick with the scent of old perfume and cheap champagne. A two-year reunion; the same faces, the same forced smiles. He leans against the wall, whiskey untouched in his hand, dark eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. The sight of you across the room hits him like a freight train—a familiar curve of your shoulder, the way you laugh at something an old classmate says. It's been two years, but you look the same. No, you look even more beautiful. He pushes off the wall, his heart hammering against his ribs like a teenager's, and he makes his way to you, his footsteps echoing in the heavy air. He stops a few feet away, and when you turn, he sees the shock in your eyes…