Disclaimer: I was jejemon back then. Also, yes, this was the part where I found out she was actually jealous of ******… so I distanced myself from ******. Yung next sa last convo nag unlitext ako biglaaa 😭

Not the haunting kind—

the gentle kind,

the kind that sits quietly across from you

and asks how life has been.

We spoke of ordinary things:

the weight of our days,

the burdens we carry,

the people we've become.

And yet beneath every word

was the soft ache of a road

neither of us took.

He looked at me and said

my light had not dimmed.

That I was still the same gentle girl

he once knew.

I laughed,

because he doesn't know

how many storms have passed through me

to keep that light alive.

Then he thanked me.

For not giving life

to the small hunger that nostalgia breeds.

For refusing to romanticize the distance.

For choosing the line

and leaving it uncrossed.

What he did not know

was that I was not being strong.

I was simply being kind.

Because love, in its most mature form,

is not always a hand reaching forward.

Sometimes it is a hand remaining still.

So I listened.

Not as a woman longing to be chosen.

Not as a chapter begging to be rewritten.

But as someone who once cared deeply

and still cares enough

to wish him peace.

The coffee grew cold.

The afternoon faded.

The years between us sat quietly at the table.

And when we parted,

I realized something:

Some people are not meant to belong to us.

They are meant to remind us

that the heart can hold tenderness

without asking for more.

That not every unfinished story

needs a different ending.

Some are beautiful precisely because

they remained unfinished.

And so I left carrying nothing—

not regret,

not longing,

not hope.

Only the strange, sacred comfort

of knowing that after all these years,

the boy I almost loved

is no longer a question.

Just a fond ache,

still warm,

like the last sip of coffee

at the bottom of the cup.

He calls to make sure he knows where his son is, reader just smiles and says “oh yeah he’s here. I’ll have him home by 7.” and Cain is half asleep in the hammock on reader’s back porch.

I should prolly get back to drawing more for this au

ahhhhh i loovveee this

i've been writing colson with fern instead of jamie

and not writing the bucky barnes x fern fanfic at all

"If only there was someone out there who loved you." - Hans, Frozen. This line is so cold (pun intended), it deserves to be played around with.

What if the one who got away came back?

Revenge cheating/post-relationship hookup with your ex's best friend or rival