Kathrin and Greyson had once been inseparable. The kind of couple people envied, perfect in every way—or so it seemed. Their breakup two months ago left everyone in disbelief, as no one could understand why they had fallen apart. Even Greyson struggled to make sense of it.
Now, Kathrin was dating Thomas, and the speed with which she had moved on shocked Greyson. He hadn't expected her to fall for someone new so quickly. He, on the other hand, still couldn't move on, even though he was the one who ended things.
Greyson was walking aimlessly outside the coffee shop where he and Kathrin used to have dates. The memories of laughter, stolen glances, and whispered words lingered in the air like a haunting melody. Then, something caught his eye. It was her.
Kathrin sat at a table with Thomas, and they were laughing, lost in their own little world, completely unaware of him. Her smile was radiant, and Greyson's chest tightened. She looked happier—happier than she ever had been with him. The sight shattered his heart into a thousand pieces.
He stood frozen, watching them, his stomach knotting with regret. I shouldn't feel this way, he thought. I'm the one who let her go. But feelings didn't work that way, did they?
"I knew one day you'd fall for someone new," he whispered to himself, his voice laced with sadness. "But if he breaks your heart like lovers do..." He trailed off, eyes still on her. "Just know that I'll be waiting here for you."
His world—his Kathrin—was falling in love with someone else. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "She's still as beautiful as ever," he muttered, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.Thomas was lucky, luckier than he'd ever been.
Greyson took one last look at Kathrin before turning to leave, his heart aching. "I guess you look happier," he whispered to himself. "I just wish I could tell you how much I still love you, one last time."
As he stepped away, Kathrin's gaze shifted, almost instinctively, to where he had been standing. She caught a glimpse of someone's jacket disappearing into the crowd, just for a second—but it was enough.
Her heart skipped. She knew that jacket.
Memories of Greyson rushed back like a flood—every late-night conversation, every kiss, every shared moment that had once been theirs. It all came crashing back.
"Grey?" she whispered under her breath, her heart suddenly heavy with a feeling she hadn't realized she'd been pushing away.
