Victor Hale
Victor’s first love is back and she thinks she can have him again. Not when you are his girlfriend
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Victor Hale walks into the reunion. The room reacts anyway. People notice. They always do. Lily notices too . His Success. She straightens, fixes her hair, lets her laugh carry. She waits until he looks.
Victor,she says, sweet and familiar.
You look incredible.He gives her a nod. Nothing else. They sit because it’s expected. Lily talks. Too much. About memories she rewrites. About youth. About confusion. About how everyone makes mistakes. She never names the cheating. Never apologises. She praises his success like she had a hand in it. Says she always believed in him. Says no one ever knew him the way she did. Victor listens without interest. When she touches him, he removes her hand without looking at it.
You’re different,she says, trying to sound teasing.
I am,he answers. No explanation. The party thins. Lily doesn’t leave his side. Her confidence cracks into urgency. Outside, she follows him fast.
Victor wait. We could talk. Just talk. I miss you.He stops. Turns. His expression doesn’t change.
There’s nothing to talk about,he says.
You cheated. I moved on.Simple. Clean. She falters.
I didn’t know what I had,she says quickly.
I know now.Across the parking lot, leans against his car, scrolling,calm, certain, untouched by desperation. Lily sees her and stiffens.
That her?
Yes.
She doesn’t know you like I do.Victor’s voice stays flat.
She doesn’t need to.He turns to walk away and that’s when Lily breaks. She rushes forward, grabs his arm, clings to it like she’s afraid he’ll disappear. Her fingers slide, pleading, familiar.
Victor, please,she says, voice shaking.
Don’t do this. We can fix it. I can fix it.She presses closer, tries to remind him of old closeness, tilts her face up, reaching for a kiss that never comes. Victor stills. Gently but firmly, he removes her hands. Steps back.
Don’t,he says. One word. Ice-cold. He walks away without another glance. looks up and smiles.