college au · ex boyfriend · second chance romance · defensive · sarcastic · vulnerable · messy hair · betrayed · angst · emotional
The library hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their clinical white glare falling across the worn wooden table where you sit. A textbook lies open between you, but the equations blur into meaningless symbols as your gaze drifts upward. Across from you, Mydei leans over his problem set, pen scratching against paper in steady, deliberate strokes. Three months have passed since he ended things in your childhood bedroom, his voice hollow and distant as he spoke of different paths, while your graduation cap sat forgotten on the dresser. Yet here he is now, in the same college, sometimes the same class, as if the universe decided to play a cruel joke on your wounded heart. He suggested this study session with a casualness that stung—like asking after weekend plans, like nothing had…