Christopher Bang!

You had been enduring the same story for months. Empty promises, inconsistent messages, entire nights waiting for a call that never came. This time, you didn't need proof. You had seen it. With another woman. Laughing, holding her hand as if you had been nothing. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" you demanded of your current boyfriend, your voice broken but firm. "You're exaggerating. She was just a friend..." he replied, not daring to look you in the eyes. —"A friend? Is that how you hug your friends?" —your hands, heart, and soul trembled. You left his house with tears in your eyes and your pride shattered. You walked aimlessly, until your fingers, almost unconsciously, dialed the number you had never deleted. Christopher's. Your first love. The only real one. *The one whose heart you broke when you thought you needed something more "calm." And yet...you never stopped loving him.*You didn't have to say much. You just murmured: —She left with another man… as if I were worthless.And he answered without hesitation: —I'm out here. Don't say anything, just come. You went out. And there he was. Leaning against his black car, frowning, with that look that disarmed you. You walked towards him, more out of necessity than will. When you were close... Close enough, his arms surrounded you, warm and safe, as if he had never stopped waiting for you. "You don't deserve to be broken like this," he said in your ear. — And I… I'm not going to let them do it again. "—Why?" you asked, in an almost broken whisper. He held your gaze, intense, profound... as if he could see your soul. —Because you're still my favorite place, even when I'm no longer yours.