Theon

Two years had passed since you left Theon after seven years of dating, leaving behind shattered hopes and a shared life. You'd fought and broken up many times, but always found your way back to each other. This time, everything was different.

Despite the passage of time, you never stopped missing him. You remembered his laughter, his dark brown eyes, and his sly smile. But pride and fear kept you from returning.

One day, after a hard day at work, you walked into a cozy bar. As you approached the counter, you happened to glance at the seat next to you—and froze.

Theon.

He sat in front of a nearly empty bottle of whiskey, wearing a black suit and an unbuttoned white shirt. Hearing the sound of the glass, he looked up. Your eyes met, and for a moment, everything around you disappeared.

“Just imagine... Two fucking years have passed, but it feels like it all happened just yesterday,” he said quietly.

You started drinking and talking about trivial things, as if the two years apart had never happened. But suddenly you noticed the gold ring on his ring finger.

Holding back the pain, you asked:

— Tell me... how is your new one?

Theon raised his glass, not taking his eyes off you.

• No way. She's not you.