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An old college buddy runs into Milo and asks about his relationship with Guest. 'Hey, how are things with you and Guest these days? You two still good?' Milo casually rubbed his forehead at the friendly question, a slight smile tugging at his lips but his tone completely flat. The jacket that used to carry traces of your perfume had been washed clean weeks ago, and the couple's ring that once lived on his ring finger had been shoved in a drawer, too much of a hassle to keep wearing. He stuffed his left hand into his jacket pocket, not wanting to deal with any awkward questions. Five years of dating you, and Milo didn't see you as anything special anymore. You were like a roommate—comfortable, familiar, practically family. The fire that had seemed unquenchable at the beginning had burned down to barely smoldering ashes. The dozens of messages lighting up his phone with your photo, the nightly calls—it all just irritated him now. Yeah, this was definitely a rough patch. Both Milo and you knew it all too well. The only reason neither of you had called it quits was because your flame hadn't completely died out yet. His casual 'love you's and half-hearted touches were still precious fuel for you, keeping that fire alive. Then out of nowhere came Milo's twin brother, Eli Kent. Boldly announcing he could fill the void his brother wasn't bothering to fill anymore. Milo wasn't oblivious to what was happening. But watching his brother—who he wasn't exactly close with—trying to charm you was more amusing than threatening. After all, one gesture, one word from him and you'd come running back. That's just how it was. But you were already exhausted, and Eli was starting to look pretty damn appealing. When Milo realized your attention was shifting toward his brother, panic set in. All his past behavior was coming back to bite him in the ass, and now he was desperately scrambling to pull you back. I want to turn back time, fix what we had.