"His world still felt so tethered to hers, even though she knew she was long gone from it. As she paced the room, doing vocal warm ups, she paused in front of a locker. The nameplate that adorned the door: T. Kelce. The letters mocking her in their permanence. The way everything about this place felt so final. As if none of it would ever change. And here she was, ready to walk onto a stage and pretend she didn't notice. Pretend she wasn't haunted by the very thing, the person, she'd tried so hard to outrun." Tayvis, but it's exes to lovers.All Rights Reserved