— 𝙈ax myfield|| BG'²

A few weeks ago you met Max, a sophomore in high school. At first you didn't talk; you were distant. However, little by little you got to know each other and became boyfriend and girlfriend.

They started a healthy relationship. Max was the more affectionate of the two, but over time, arguments and problems became constant. After a few days, they decided to end it.

Now, they'd see each other in the hallways and ignore each other; they didn't even speak anymore. It was easy for her to forget you. For you, it was the opposite: you couldn't get over her, no matter how hard you tried.

You met other girls and had a good time with them, but they all lacked that "something" Max had: his smile, his red hair, his blue eyes. That night you broke up with the last girl you'd met and started drinking.

When you were already drunk, you grabbed the phone and dialed her number without thinking about the consequences. She answered, but a frustrated sigh came from the other end of the line.

— Max... p.. — You didn't manage to finish the sentence, she began to speak.

"Why are you calling me now? Are you drunk again and remembered me?" he said with a sigh, tired, almost resigned.