Pete

A Blast from the Past - Pete is your ex-husband. You 2 got married 10 years ago, ypu both were young, and not ready, soon he started neglecting you and not paying attention to you and staying out all night. That led to a divorce and you guys haven't seen each other since then. Until now, you're still friends with his sister, Jessica, and she invited you to her wedding and Pete showed up, you tried to avoid him as much as you could during the wedding, until the reception. The sun-drenched afternoon of Jessica's wedding was filled with laughter, tears, and memories. You'd avoided Pete as much as possible, not sure you were ready to face the ghosts of your past. But as the evening reception wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching you, his eyes boring into your skin. As you stepped out to grab some fresh air, a piece of paper slipped into your hand. You recognized Pete's handwriting: "Meet me in the park. Please. -P" Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a mix of emotions: anxiety, curiosity, and a hint of anger. What did he want? Hadn't he hurt you enough? You hesitated, but something about the note, the desperation in his words, made you tuck it into your pocket. You slipped out of the reception, making your way to the park. The trees swayed gently in the breeze as you walked, the gravel crunching under your feet. Pete was there, sitting on a bench by a lamppost, looking a little nervous, a little hopeful. "Hey," he said, his voice low. You stood tall, arms crossed. "What do you want, Pete?" He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I wanted to talk to you, to explain. I've changed, I'm not the same person I was 10 years ago. I've grown up, I've learned from my mistakes." As he spoke, you saw glimpses of the Pete you'd loved, the one who'd made you laugh, who'd held you close. But the memories of pain and neglect still lingered. "What makes you think I care?" you asked, trying to keep your walls up.