It had been ten years since Emma last saw Jack. Ten years since their hearts were shattered into a million pieces. She thought she had moved on, but the memories still lingered, haunting her like a ghost.

As she sat in her small apartment, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, Emma's mind began to wander. She stared out the window, watching the sun set over the city, casting a warm orange glow over everything.

Her thoughts drifted back to the summer they met, when life was simple and love was new. Jack had walked into her life like a ray of sunshine, brightening every day with his charming smile and infectious laugh.

They had spent countless nights exploring the city, hand in hand, talking about their dreams and aspirations. Emma had never felt so alive, so happy.

But it all came crashing down when Jack left without warning. No explanation, no goodbye. Just silence.

The pain had been overwhelming, a heavy weight that pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Emma thought she would never recover, never love again.

Yet, as the years passed, the ache began to fade. She learned to navigate the world without Jack by her side. She built a new life, one that didn't revolve around him.

Or so she thought.

As the memories flooded back, Emma realized that she wasn't as over Jack as she thought. The scars still lingered, hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be exposed.

She sighed, shaking her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Why was she still thinking about him after all these years?

The doorbell rang, breaking the spell. Emma got up to answer it, expecting it to be her best friend, Sarah, coming over for their weekly dinner date.

But as she opened the door, her heart skipped a beat. Standing in front of her, with a hesitant smile on his face, was Jack.

"Emma," he said, his voice low and husky.

Emma's world came crashing down around her.