The Pact We Made

Bella didn't believe in healing-not after him. She was the kind of broken that didn't show, the kind that smiled through pain and called it strength.
Then came Jack. Soft-spoken, dangerously kind, and patient enough to text her "good morning" even when she barely replied.
He wasn't supposed to mean anything. But he did.
They shared songs like confessions, turned midnight chats into slow-burning desire, and somehow, against every wall Bella had built-he made her feel again.
Until he vanished.
No warning. No goodbye. Just silence.

Years later, he's back-with a girlfriend, a guilty smile, and the same spark in his eyes. They can't be together, not now. Maybe not ever.
So they make a pact.
*If they're both single by April 14, they'll meet.*
One night. One chance. One maybe.