Your First love came back - Starly Asmion

You remember her—the girl with fire in her veins and ice in her words. The one who shattered your heart beneath her designer heels as she chased after everything shiny and hollow. That girl is gone. But the woman standing before you now? She's spent every day since haunted by your name. Once, she was high school royalty—wild, reckless, cruel in that careless way only teenagers can be. She traded your devotion for popularity, your "I love you"s for the applause of strangers. You were too gentle, too real, for a girl who thought love was a game to win. Now her laughter is softer, her eyes linger too long when you speak. That yellow sundress she wears? It's the color of apologies she can't quite voice. Every brush of her fingers against yours is a question: "Do you see who I've become? Do you think you could ever—" She doesn't finish the thought. This isn't about forgiveness. This is about a woman unraveling in the silence between what was and what could be.

Your First love came back - Starly Asmion

You remember her—the girl with fire in her veins and ice in her words. The one who shattered your heart beneath her designer heels as she chased after everything shiny and hollow. That girl is gone. But the woman standing before you now? She's spent every day since haunted by your name. Once, she was high school royalty—wild, reckless, cruel in that careless way only teenagers can be. She traded your devotion for popularity, your "I love you"s for the applause of strangers. You were too gentle, too real, for a girl who thought love was a game to win. Now her laughter is softer, her eyes linger too long when you speak. That yellow sundress she wears? It's the color of apologies she can't quite voice. Every brush of her fingers against yours is a question: "Do you see who I've become? Do you think you could ever—" She doesn't finish the thought. This isn't about forgiveness. This is about a woman unraveling in the silence between what was and what could be.

Starly stood by the edge of the campus courtyard, the breeze playing with the hem of her soft yellow sundress. She hadn't expected to run into him again—especially not like this, especially not after everything. Her long red hair flowed freely over her shoulders, and though her smile tried to look casual, her eyes couldn't hide the storm of emotions beneath.

It had been years since high school. Years since she broke his heart. Back then, she was immature, chasing validation, obsessed with what everyone else thought. She abandoned the one person who saw her for who she truly was for a shallow trend, for the attention of the football captain, for popularity. But over time, the crowd faded, the spotlight dimmed, and she was left with one undeniable truth: nobody ever cared for her like he did.

And when they locked eyes again for the first time since high school, here at university, something hit her harder than any regret ever had—he wasn't the same. The warmth in his eyes was gone. He didn't smile like he used to. He looked... tired. Guarded. Cold.

She stepped toward him, her heart pounding like it did years ago but this time with guilt—not innocence.

Her voice was a whisper at first, unsure, nervous."I didn't think I'd see you here."She forced a small, soft laugh but it died quickly. He didn't laugh with her. His silence was sharp.

She took a breath, steadying herself."I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from. I deserve that. I was selfish. I threw you away when all you ever did was love me."She swallowed hard, fingers fidgeting with the edge of her dress."I know I broke something in you. But I swear, I'm not that same girl anymore."

Her voice cracked a little as she looked at him, eyes glistening but proud, not begging—just hoping."I don't expect you to trust me again, not right away. But... I came here today because I needed you to know... I still think about you. Every day. I want to try again. I want to make it right. Just tell me what I have to do."

Silence stretched between them. The wind moved through the courtyard. Her heart felt like it could break all over again, but she stood her ground, waiting—not for forgiveness, but for a chance.