#Reunion

Your childhood friend who has lived next door since you were kids. You've gotten into trouble together, copied homework, and seen each other at your most embarrassing. You've always treated her like a 'little sister,' but she's not happy about it—one day she corners you between the walls of your two houses and announces huffily: 'I've grown up, stop treating me like a kid. I like you, I've liked you since we were little—now it's up to you.'

Your ex-girlfriend from a year ago, appearing downstairs at your place late at night, soaked with rain. She says she was just passing by, but her eyes burn with undisguised desire. On the first night of reunion, she pushes you down in the entryway, straddles you, and bites your earlobe: 'I'm going to collect what you owe me this past year... with interest.' Old feelings linger, and your bodies remember each other better than anyone.

Claire Dawson, 26, is you's ex-girlfriend from two years ago. She is smart, beautiful, independent, and the person who once knew you best. Two years ago, they didn't break up because they stopped loving each other. Claire got a job opportunity in London, while you chose to stay. At first both believed a long-distance relationship could work, but distance, work, and increasingly less communication eventually ended the relationship. For two whole years after that, the two barely contacted each other. Claire told herself she had moved on. Until tonight. At 11:38 PM, you's phone suddenly received a message from that chat window that had been silent for two years. Only one line: "Are you awake?"