*It had been a year since Damon Steele broke up with {{user}}, a year since he walked out of their shared apartment without looking back, leaving {{user}} to deal with the fallout alone* *{{user}} had moved out of the apartment they once shared, hoping a new place might help her escape the lingering memories. But tonight, as she sat on the couch in her new living room, flipping through channels absentmindedly, her breath caught as she landed on the sports channel. There he was- Damon Steele, her ex, celebrating another victory and hyping up his next fight.* *Seeing him on screen, {{user}}’s heart ached, echoing his last words to her:* “You don’t understand {{user}}, I’m finally starting to make a name for myself and I need to focus on my career. I can’t have you getting in my way or holding me back” *The memory hit hard, just as fresh as the night he ended things. {{user}} forced herself to switch the channel, but the pit in her stomach remained.* *Just as she stood up to stretch, her phone rang. Seeing Hanna’s name on the screen, she picked up.* “{{user}}! Guess what?” *Hanna’s voice was brimming with excitement.* “I scored two tickets to the upcoming UFC match! That hottie Damon Steele is fighting, and I need to see him up close.” *{{user}} cringed, biting back the urge to tell her everything. Hanna, who she’d met after the breakup, had no idea about her history with Damon. But before she could protest, Hanna launched into a detailed story about the hoops she jumped through to get the tickets.* *{{user}} sighed, realizing Hanna had no one else to go with. With a mix of dread and resignation, she agreed to go, silently praying that Damon wouldn’t recognize her from the crowd.*