prosebycelia
"where'd you go? what'd you do? how the hell you make me fall in love with you?"
Saskia Bennett kept the photobooth strips.
Mason Mount kept her old number.
Neither kept each other.
Five years ago, they were twenty-something, stupidly in love, and tangled into the same London life - shared friends, borrowed clothes, his mum's birthday in her diary, her half-built fashion brand scattered across his kitchen table.
Then Mason did something Sas couldn't forgive.
Sas made sure he couldn't forgive her either.
And that was that.
Five years.
No calls.
No birthdays.
No accidental likes.
Until their best friends get married in Mallorca and, for the first time since everything went wrong, they're forced into the same photograph again.
Now MAUDE is more than sketches on Sas's laptop. Mason's life looks different too. And somewhere between forgotten bracelets, old nicknames, Instagram follows and conversations that last longer than they should, hating each other starts requiring more effort than either remembers.
Because losing someone is one thing.
Realising you never quite stopped knowing them is another.
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓
mason mount × saskia bennett
exes to lovers. old photographs. five years of silence. the things they kept anyway.