He used to drive her insane. Always teasing, always provoking, always acting like he had the upper hand. But she never stayed quiet. She gave it right back, and somewhere in the fire of their constant battles, she fell for him. And just when everything started to feel real, he disappeared. No warning. No explanation. Just silence. She tried to hate him. I tried to forget. But the questions never stopped haunting her. Why did he leave? Did any of it mean anything to him? Five years passed. She built walls. Moved on. Or at least, she thought she did. Then he came back. Older. Quieter. Still carrying secrets she didn't understand. He told her about his mother. About the pain. And for a moment, despite everything, she let herself care. But the truth is, she still hasn't forgiven him. And she's not sure if she ever will.