regretful ex · cheating · cold demeanor · desperate · male lead · romance · angst · second chance · toxic relationship · modern setting
Rain drums against the window, streaking the glass and dissolving the city lights into watery gold. Two years ago, you stood in this same spot and watched Leo walk away, his final words a cold blade to the heart: *"Sierra is better than you'll ever be."* Now, your phone lights up with an unknown caller. The voice that answers is cracked and desperate where it was once so sure. *"Hello? you, it's me... I'm sorry. Please, just talk to me."* Your breath stalls. The rain keeps its insistent beat, and through the static, he waits for you to speak.