jay's POV
I Entered the gym just to find the king of ulupongs there .
whyyy on the earth all this have to happen. god i m going crazy
he was looking so damn hot , sweat dripping from his head, the second he saw me in the outfit. his eyes were dark.
i kept looking away.
The gym smelled like sweat and metal and things people used to forget their pain.
She was halfway through a set when she felt it.
That feeling.
The one that used to belong to him.
My hands tightened around the bar.
"Don't drop your grip," a familiar voice said behind her.
I froze.
Slowly, she turned.
Him.
Leaning against the weight rack like he owned the air between them.
"You," I said flatly. "Of all places."
His eyes flicked over — the strain in MY arms, the way My jaw was clenched, the way I was trying so hard not to fall apart.
"I didn't know this was your gym," he replied.
"Everything you touch becomes mine eventually," she snapped. "Didn't you know?"
A shadow crossed his face.
"I didn't come to fight."
I laughed bitterly. "Funny. You were really good at it before."
I turned back to the weights, lifting harder than I should have. My arms shook.
He took a step closer. "You're going to hurt yourself."
"Why do you care?" I shot back. "Didn't you already take what you wanted from me?"
That hit him like a punch.
Before he could answer, the bar slipped.
My breath hitched—
His hands were suddenly there, steadying the weight, guiding it back into place. Our fingers brushed. Electricity shot through both of them.
THIRD PERSON'S POV
she pulled away like she'd been burned.
"Don't," she whispered.
"I was just helping—"
"Don't pretend you're the good guy now."
His voice dropped. "I never pretended."
Silence stretched between them, loud and unbearable.
"You walked away," she said quietly. "After everything. You made me feel like I was nothing. Like I was just… something you tried and threw away."
His throat tightened.
That wasn't true.
None of it was.
"I never used you," he said, and for a moment his voice almost broke. "I swear."
She looked at him then, really looked — and something in her expression flickered. Hurt. Confusion. A tiny crack in the wall she'd built.
"Then why did you leave?" she asked.
This was it.
The moment he'd replayed in his head a thousand times.
"I—" His breath caught. "I never meant to—"
"Don't," she cut in. "Whatever you're about to say… don't. You already said enough back then."
Her words were calm.
That hurt more than screaming.
He stepped back, hands curling into fists. This place was too loud. Too full of ghosts. If he told her now, it would sound like a lie.
And he couldn't let her think that.
She picked up her towel, not looking at him.
"Don't follow me again," she said softly. "We're done."
She walked past him without another glance.
And he stood there, surrounded by machines and memories, realizing something terrifying:
He hadn't just lost her once.
He was about to lose her all over again.