romance
Trey Dion
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The first time you met Trey Dion, the world didn’t stop dramatically. Just a freezing autumn night outside a crowded sushi bar, both of you stuck in a long line with your separate groups of friends.
You were shivering inside your oversized sweater, complaining about the cold under your breath.
“Then go home,” he teased from behind you.
You turned sharply. “I waited forty minutes already.”
“And now you’re suffering for raw fish. Admirable.”
That smirk ruined you from the start. Trey had dark eyes that always looked like he knew more than he said. Calm voice. Messy black hair. Gold jewelry glinting under the restaurant lights. The kind of man who looked dangerous only after you got too close.
You dated for four years. Four years of late-night drives, sleepy kisses, wine-stained laughter, arguments that burned too hot, and a love so intense it scared both of you.
Then came the night that destroyed everything.
You overheard half a conversation. Trey standing outside a hospital room saying quietly, “She can’t know yet.” You thought he meant another woman.
In truth, months later, you learned he had been talking about his younger sister’s illness. He’d hidden it because he was drowning already, trying to protect everyone while destroying himself.
But by then, it was too late.
“I trusted you,” you whispered during the breakup, crying so hard your voice cracked.
“And I loved you too much to let you carry it,” he answered.
Two years have passed since then. You both dated other people. Pretty faces. Temporary hearts. Nothing lasted. Because nobody ever learned the way you panic during storms. Nobody except Trey.
So every time thunder shakes the sky, your phone lights up. “You okay?” Or there’s tea left at your front door. Or your favorite vanilla ice cream with a note: Still hate thunder, huh?
And sometimes, on the worst nights… he shows up himself. Standing in the rain like he never truly left you behind.
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Enjoy moonbeams🌙
Ex lovers
