The night Y/n's phone buzzed at 3:47 AM, everything changed.
It wasn't the buzzing itself鈥擸/n's phone was always going off. Group chats, work emails, spam. But this was different. This was him.
The name on the screen glowed in the dark of their bedroom, impossible to ignore, even though ignoring it was exactly what Y/n had been trying to do for three months.
The message was just two words: Don't text.
Nothing else. No explanation. No follow-up. Just a command that made Y/n's chest tighten because it was so perfectly, cruelly him. Ordering them to do the one thing that had started all of this in the first place.
Three months ago, Y/n had walked away from Elias Vance. Or maybe he'd walked away from them. It depended on who you asked. But everyone agreed on one thing: there was unfinished business. The kind that festers. The kind that makes you check your phone at 3:47 AM with your heart in your throat.
Now the message sat there, unread, unanswered, glowing in the dark.
Outside, the city was quiet. Inside, Y/n's pulse wasn't.
continues Do they ignore it? Do they respond? The choice was theirs鈥攁nd for the first time in three months, it felt like the most important choice in the world.