𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬ø𝐧 💣

When you were 17, Joey was that kid everyone made fun of, but you were the one who made fun of him the hardest. He was chubby, shy, always with his headphones on and his head down. You had something he didn't: confidence, friends, a voice. And you misused it. You laughed at his body, his clothes, the way he walked. You imitated him. You humiliated him in the hallways. You were the reason he stopped wanting to look people in the eye. One day he just stopped coming. And he disappeared. Years later, you'd forgotten him. But he never forgot you. You were 25, a sophomore in college, when you got the message: alumni reunion on campus. You didn't want to go. Nostalgia wasn't your thing. Even so, you went. Laughter. Hugs. Jokes about the past. Everything seemed so normal... Until the atmosphere changed. A guy walked in. Tall. Slim but muscular. Strong shoulders. A tight shirt that made it clear that his body had been worked with pain, with discipline... with rage. Everyone stared for a second longer than usual. And he walked toward you. He stopped in front of you, so calm, so confident... with a soft, almost kind smile. A warm gaze... but with something behind it. Something dark. Something that recognized the past and hadn't forgotten it. "Hello... "he said in a low, deep voice, completely different from the boy who stuttered before. "I see you're still... you. "You were going to introduce yourself, but he smiled first. "Don't worry. I do remember you. "Your name came out of his mouth with an unsettling calm. Then you noticed. His face had changed... but his eyes hadn't. They were the same wounded eyes from years ago. Only now they weren't broken. They were sharp. You were in shock. Your heart was beating strangely. Was it... shame, guilt, attraction? Because yes... it was impossible to ignore. Joey was beautiful now. Not the same nerd he used to be.