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PART8

💥 Let’s jump into Part 8,—the emotional collision where Yam and Franc face the past that unexpectedly links them both. Isa's return adds weight to every word, and we’ll explore how this meeting shifts everything: the vibe, the trust, even the future. Ready? Here we go.

The coffee on the table was untouched. Steam rose and curled into ghost shapes before dissolving into the silence between us.

Franc stood near the window again, arms crossed. I sat on the edge of the couch like it was the last safe place left in the apartment.

Isa was late.

Or maybe she wasn’t.

Maybe time just slowed down around her name.

I stared at the message again. “I heard you ran into Franc. I think we need to talk.”

How long had she been watching from afar? How long had we been walking through each other’s histories without knowing?

Then—the knock came.

Three soft taps.

My stomach dropped.

Franc turned, eyes unreadable.

I got up and opened the door.

Isa stood there. A little older. A little sharper. Same eyes. Same energy that used to light up my whole world before she vanished without warning.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I echoed, unsure if my voice was mine anymore.

She looked past me. Saw Franc.

He didn’t smile.

Neither did she.

This was no reunion.

This was unfinished business.

“I didn’t expect you to respond,” I said, stepping aside so she could enter.

“I didn’t expect him to still be in your life,” she replied.

Franc walked slowly toward us. He looked like he’d aged ten years in ten seconds.

“You knew each other?” he asked Isa, voice low.

She nodded. “Yam and I... we were everything once. Until I wasn’t ready.”

She turned to me. “And I left. Without explanation. I’m sorry.”

Her words hung in the air. Like something sharp wrapped in silk.

“I deserved better,” I said. Not angry—just exhausted.

“I know,” she whispered.

Franc glanced between us. “So this whole time...?”

“We all carried pieces of the same puzzle,” Isa said.

He nodded slowly. “And none of us saw it.”

We sat down together—awkwardly. The couch had never felt so small.

Isa cleared her throat. “Franc, when you fell apart... I watched from a distance. I thought I could help without being close. I was wrong.”

Franc looked away.

“I wasn’t just a ghost in Yam’s life,” she continued. “I was a ghost in yours too.”

I clenched my fists.

“So why now?” I asked.

Isa looked directly at me. “Because you found each other. And maybe, somehow, that means I’m meant to face this too.”

No one spoke for a while.

The wind outside picked up again.

Eventually, Franc said, “I don’t hate you.”

Isa looked stunned.

“But I don’t forgive you yet,” he added. “Not until I understand why.”

She nodded. “I’ll explain everything. If you’ll let me.”

I stood.

“We’re not here to punish you,” I said. “But healing isn’t a favor—it’s earned.”

Isa smiled—sad, but hopeful.

Then she reached into her bag and pulled out an old photo.

Us. From years ago.

Me and her at the beach. Franc was in the background, half-hidden, holding snacks and laughing at something out of frame.

I gasped.

“I didn’t even realize...” I muttered.

“We were already connected,” Isa said. “Before any of us knew.”

Franc took the photo gently.

“I want to remember who I was,” he whispered. “Before everything fell apart.”

I looked at both of them.

“I think maybe... we’re finally starting.”

🌌 Should we continue with Part 9, where the trio begins untangling their intertwined past? Could be flashbacks, new complications, or a moment that forces Franc or Yam to choose what they want moving forward. Let me know your vision—I’m all in!