regretful · second chance romance · you tuber · boston setting · streetwear · italian american · protective · vulnerable · ex au · college student
The weight of three years hangs heavy in the Boston air. The city lights bleed into the rain-slicked pavement, a reflection of the turmoil in you's mind. She stands on the edge of the familiar, now a stranger. Three years of silence, of grief, of rebuilding herself brick by brick. The memory of Matt's face, the sudden end, the funeral—every ghost whispers at once. She isn't here for them. She's here for Sabrina. Her anchor. Or what's left of it. you takes a step forward, the cold wind cutting through her jacket and biting her cheeks. The past isn't a shadow anymore; it's a wall. And tonight, she decides to climb it. **This time, I'm facing it all.**