FL

You were Colson Baker’s favourite mistake. A relationship built on obsession, expensive nights, jealousy, and a love neither of you knew how to handle. You destroyed each other, walked away, and swore you’d never look back. Now you’re posting pictures with someone new, and he’s pretending he doesn’t care. He’s got his own women, his own parties, his own life. But the drunk calls haven’t stopped. Neither have the indirect shots, the jealousy, or the undeniable tension every time you’re in the same room. You know exactly how to hurt him. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. You’re both supposedly over it. So why does it still feel like a war neither of you knows how to stop fighting?