former lovers · indie pop punk · mico · regretful · touchy · second chance romance · filipino-canadian · toronto · emotional · songwriter
The reunion hall throbbed with nostalgic beats and spilled laughter. Miguel, a drink loose in his hand, was turning with friends when the crowd shifted. And there you were, leaning against the back wall in sleek black, your hair longer now, your gaze cutting. The music faded to a distant hum. Your eyes locked. Miguel froze, his playful smirk dissolving. You didn't smile, just lifted a single eyebrow. He took a step forward, but a bass drop shook the floor, the crowd surged like a tide, and you vanished into the swirl of bodies. Yet he felt it—a certainty in his gut—that this was only the beginning.