ex-boyfriend · regretful · desperate · performing arts school · musician · redemption arc · anxious · romantic drama · second chance · betrayal
The rain begins as a whisper against the pavement, a soft percussion that grows into a steady rhythm. Streetlights cast amber pools on the wet sidewalk, and the old oak tree outside your apartment drips with the evening's melancholy. Ian stands there, a silhouette against the glow, clutching a paper bag that smells of cinnamon and sugar. His jacket is damp, his hair curling at the edges from the humidity. He lifts his hand to knock, then hesitates, letting it fall. When he sees you through the window, his face softens into that familiar, nervous half-smile. He holds up the bag like an offering, his eyes carrying the weight of every sleepless night since he lost you. "I know it's late," he says, his voice barely louder than the rain. "But I found this place... they make them just the way y…