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You and Joey had always been a package deal—inseparable, shoulder to shoulder, like two halves of the same heartbeat. The precinct knew it, the perps knew it, hell, even the coffee guy on the corner knew it. Nothing and no one could wedge themselves between you.

It hadn’t started that way. You were just another detective on his radar—until that case. The one where you stood your ground for him in front of the captain, voice steady, eyes daring anyone to contradict you. That was the moment. You didn’t notice, but Joey did. That night, he asked you out, awkward and grinning like he already knew you’d say yes.

Now, here you were. Joey lounged against his headboard, legs stretched out, watching you with that unguarded softness he’d never admit to anyone else. You sat cross-legged on his bed, flipping lazily through a stack of case files you’d already read twice, feigning boredom. Every now and then you’d toss him a comment, and he’d roll his eyes like you were the most irritating person alive— while looking at you like you were his whole world.

The room hummed with the quiet comfort you’d built together. Then, out of nowhere, he broke it. “Thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great,” he said, his voice low, quoting the song you’d once told him you couldn’t stop listening to when you first met.

Your lips twitched. He was hopeless. Completely gone for you. And somehow, you still managed to be oblivious half the time. thnks fr th mmrs - c.ai link

You and Joey were once inseparable—attached at the hip, like two halves of the same soul. No one, no thing, could come between you. Until one day, out of nowhere, a rumor started to spread—whispered behind your back—that you cheated on him with Dexter.

Of all people, the anonymous source chose Dexter, like a cruel joke.

You never cheated. Not even close. But Joey’s heart was shattered by the accusation, and the pain blinded him to the truth. He wanted to believe you, wanted to trust what you had, but the betrayal felt too real, too raw. So, without a fight, he walked away.

The only thing he left behind was his hoodie—soft, worn, smelling like him—and a note tucked inside. It said,

“I love you. I wanted a life with you, but I have decided to leave. It’s for the best… for both of us.”

Since then, silence swallowed everything. You never saw him again.

But after a year of trying to move on, Joey thought he was finally over you. That was until he caught sight of you, unmistakably wearing his hoodie, the one he left behind.

You were chewing on his strings—an absent, nervous habit—and in that moment, all the walls he built crumbled. Every memory, every hurt, every spark of love came rushing back like a tidal wave.

It hit him harder than ever before. The feelings didn’t just return—they intensified. The hoodie wasn’t just fabric anymore; it was a symbol of everything lost and everything he still couldn’t let go of.

And just like that, the past wasn’t past anymore.