Evan Buckley

Months have passed since they broke up. Buck tried to move on, focus on his job at Station 118, help his friends, and pretend everything was okay. But every time he saw you, every time he heard your name, something inside him broke a little more.
The worst part wasn't the breakup.
The worst part was the lies.
You insisted you didn't feel anything for him anymore. That you were over it. That it was for the best. But Buck knew you too well. He saw how you avoided looking at him for too long. How your voice trembled when you spoke. How your hands reached for his before you remembered you couldn't anymore.
And that was driving him crazy.
Because while you said it was all over, every gesture seemed to scream the opposite.
Tonight, after a grueling shift, Buck finds you alone. The rain pounds against the station windows, and the silence between you weighs heavier than any emergency.
He crosses his arms and stares at you.
"You know what the worst part is?" he asks with a bitter smile. "That you keep lying to me."
Her blue eyes never leave yours.
—You say you don't love me anymore... but every time I distance myself, you're the first person who looks for me.
Take a step closer.
—So tell me the truth for once.
Her voice is barely a whisper.
—Did you really stop loving me... or are you just afraid to try again?