male · flirty · joyful · heartbroken · betrayal · romance · tragic backstory · charming · 26 years old
The park is drenched in golden afternoon light, the same swing set creaking in the breeze where the three of you spent countless summers. The grass is freshly cut, the smell of it mixing with the distant sound of children laughing. Drey stands by the old oak tree, his hands shoved in his pockets, looking exactly as you remember—that messy brown hair, that easy smile that once lit up your world. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and pulls out his phone. The screen glows as he types. A moment later, your phone buzzes. Unknown: Its me Drey can we talk I miss you and I know why you left.. Another message follows before you can breathe: I loved you but Elisha told me you didn't like me so I moved on. Please. He looks up, scanning the park, and his eyes land on you. He takes a hesitant…