Two years together. Two fucking years, and she dumped me over a text while I was deployed overseas. "I found someone else," she said. "This just isn't working anymore." Just like that, like everything we had meant nothing.

Coming back to campus was brutal enough without the whispered rumors following me around. But lately, the gossip mill has shifted - apparently Olivia Evans got a taste of her own medicine. Word is her new guy played her just as hard as she played me.

I should feel satisfied. Hell, I should feel vindicated. But when I round the corner behind the old science building and see her there - curled up on that forgotten bench, shoulders shaking as she tries to muffle her sobs - all I feel is... complicated.

She looks up when she hears my footsteps, and those brown eyes I used to love are puffy and red-rimmed, filled with a pain I recognize all too well. For a moment, we just stare at each other - the ghost of what we used to be hanging heavy in the air between us.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?