#chris briney

[thatonekimgirl]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY || Conrad and Belly in 3.05 "Last Dance" That night, that was the last time we were ever together like that. What if I hadn't fucked it up four years ago? What if I hadn't pushed her away like I always do?

[g1rld1ary]

some soft conrad fisher x fem reader smut pretty please !! maybe a LITTLE breast sucking…

lazy days & loving touches - conrad fisher x fem!reader

wc: 1219 summary: you and conrad go to cousins for a long weekend and get busy... warnings: smut mdni, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it guys!!), breast/nipple play, kissing, oral (fem receiving) me: hi honey thank u sm for the request!! was struck with inspo as soon as u sent it!! i'm still v unsure in writing smut so dont be afraid to give feedback!

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Soft sighs filled the room, both of you melded together into one being. You were in Conrad’s bedroom in the Cousins house, the two of you stealing a long weekend together by the beach.

You loved the beach house, though you hadn’t grown up there like the Fishers or Conklins had. You’d only been recently introduced to it since becoming Conrad’s girlfriend, but it was the kind of place where you could imagine being happy for the rest of your life.

Certainly, at least, you were currently existing in perfect contentedness.

Conrad’s lips were plush and soft against your own, tasting slightly of the vanilla bean lip balm you’d recently given him. His tongue slipped into your own mouth, smiling at your breathy moan.

One of his hands snaked beneath your waist, gripping you tight as he lay on top of you. The weight was comforting, warm like your favourite blanket. His other hand rested on your neck, thumb brushing the skin of your cheek.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. Both your legs intertwined under the light cotton sheets, perfect for the lazy summer day.

Conrad shifted his kisses down to your neck, sucking and licking as you giggled.

“Connie,” You moaned, “Feels so good.”

He chuckled against your skin, moving down lower.

“Yeah?” He asked with a teasing lilt. Conrad licked around the curve of the breast exposed above the hem of your tank top before sucking hard. You subconsciously pushed your chest up into him, jerking as he bit into the fat of your breasts. You whined his name, pulling on his hair.

You’d never been more grateful to go braless than when Conrad travelled further down, teeth grazing your nipple through the thin cotton fabric.

Seeing your pleasure, he carried on, free-hand bunching your top up so he could stare down upon your boobs.

“So fucking pretty,” He mumbled before diving back in, mouth sucking on one pink nipple as his hand moved to torture the other. You were already a mess, and you’d barely started.

You took the initiative to remove your shirt, flinging it across the room. Conrad’s guitar made a discordant echo as the fabric landed on the neck. Neither of you paid it any attention, Conrad practically devouring your breasts as you pawed at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off.

You propped yourself up on your elbows as Conrad pulled away for a moment, struggling almost comedically to get his shirt off in his desperation. Maybe Conrad wasn’t as built as his younger brother, but that couldn’t have concerned you less. You thought he was perfect, and gave him your best bedroom eyes to convey it.

Conrad watched you, staring up at him with lidded eyes under thick lashes. The corners of his lips twitched in an almost smile before he dove back into you, stealing a passionate kiss from your lips as his hands wandered down to the waistband of your white linen trousers, fiddling with the button.

You helped him shimmy the trousers and your panties down your legs, landing in a pile on Conrad’s floor.

Conrad kept his eyes on you as his fingers crept closer to where you needed them most, your breathing shallow as he teased. When his nimble fingers finally made contact with your clit you yelped, hips bucking up to create more friction.

“Calm down, baby. I’m not gonna let you go unsatisfied,” He teased you, floppy hair falling in front of his face as he lowered himself down to be level with your crotch.

Conrad only managed one polite lick before he was devouring you, mouthing at your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever eat. All you could do was sigh and moan and writhe under his attention.

“Oh, Connie, you treat me so well,” You babbled, hands fisting the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself.

If you thought Conrad’s mouth was heavenly, it was nothing compared to when he slid one long digit inside you, stretching you out.

“Need you, Con,” You mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grip. He was reluctant to let you go, enjoying giving as much as you were enjoying getting.

“Need me how, angel?” He emerged, chin glistening with your juice.

“Wanna ride you.” Conrad’s face broke out into a grin, the pretty kind you loved being the cause of.

“Yeah?” He asked, sounding almost disbelieving. You nodded, producing an affirmative hum.

Conrad sprang into action, climbing up the bed to sit against his headboard, shimmying out of his shorts and boxers. He held out his hand, and you spat in it, watching in fascination as he jerked himself off with a few languid strokes.

You climbed on top of him, legs straddling his own brilliant thighs. There was a moment of quiet as you lined Conrad up with your entrance. You both moaned as you sank down on his length, holding each other like you were the only ones left on earth.

You smashed your lips against his, hands wandering over his body as you began to lift and sink on Conrad’s erection, the friction sending shudders up through your body.

Conrad’s eyes were glued to your breasts, staring as they bounced up and down in time with your movements. Without warning, he attached himself to you again, teeth catching your nipple.

He sucked, hard, his other hand drifting up your body so that both buds were stimulated, breathy sighs escaping without your consent.

“So handsome,” You admired him, eyes barely open as you focused on keeping a steady rhythm. “You’re so good to me, Con. I love you, I love you so much.” You blabbered, pressure building where the two of you joined.

“My girl,” He mumbled in response, face in the crook of your neck so his breath tickled your skin. “Making me feel so good. I love you.”

You traded whispered declarations of love and admiration as Conrad began thrusting up into you, both on the very edge of falling apart.

“Come on, beautiful. Come for me.” Conrad’s words, the earnestness and devotion, sent you over the edge, shaking until you slumped into your boyfriend’s chest.

Your erotic show was too much for Conrad to handle, and he followed soon after you, holding you tight to him as you felt him twitch and spill inside you.

When you were both finished, Conrad manoeuvred you into a lying position, still inside you. You lay intertwined, syncing your breaths until you felt like a singular being.

“Thank you,” You mumbled, hand threading through his hair.

“For what?” Conrad huffed a quiet laugh, “You did all the work.”

“For loving me. I’ve never felt the way I feel with you, Conrad.”

Conrad didn’t reply, just kissing your temple and pulling your head closer to his chest.

You both fell asleep in the golden light of the afternoon, sheets strewn haphazardly around your legs. You hoped this was what the rest of your summers would feel like: post sex glow, sinking sun, and Conrad Fisher growing older with you and never letting you go.

[riickgrimes]

CHRISTOPHER BRINEY as CONRAD FISHER THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY (2022-2025) 3.02 | "Last Christmas"

[believeripley13]

Conrad Fisher was deeply unserious that entire episode because everyone kept being like "what did you think? She was going to call off her wedding *to your brother* and run away with you"? and his response was always "I mean, yes, hopefully"?

[barefootmoscato]

now we’re asking the REAL questions

tsitp S3 E7

[conniebabysuperiority]

Connie doing the mental math and realizing Belly broke up with Benito either right before or right after she sent The Postcard.

[mostlyinsanechrissy]

The Summer I Chose You

Paring: Conrad Fisher ✕ Reader

Chapter 1

Belly's POV

The familiar sight of the Cousins Beach house came into view as Mom pulled into the driveway, and my heart immediately started racing. This was it - the summer I'd been dreaming about all year. The summer everything would finally change.

"We're here!" I announced unnecessarily, practically bouncing in my seat as I caught sight of the weathered blue shutters and wraparound porch that had been the backdrop of every important summer memory I had.

Steven groaned from beside me. "Chill, Belly. It's not like we haven't been here a million times before."

But that was exactly the point - we had been here a million times before, and I was tired of being seen as the same little girl who used to build sandcastles and chase fireflies. This summer, I looked different, felt different. This summer, Conrad Fisher was finally going to notice me.

The front door burst open before we'd even gotten out of the car, and Susannah Fisher came rushing down the porch steps with her arms wide open, her face glowing with that infectious joy that made everyone around her feel loved.

"My babies!" she called out, enveloping first me and then Steven in hugs that smelled like sunscreen and vanilla. "Look at you two! Belly, you're absolutely radiant, and Steven, you've gotten so tall!"

Behind her, I caught a glimpse of Jeremiah hanging back on the porch, his easy smile already in place. But there was no sign of Conrad, and my stomach clenched with disappointment.

"Where's Conrad?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.

Something flickered across Susannah's face - so brief I almost missed it. "He's around somewhere. You know how he is."

But I did know how he was, and this felt different. Conrad was usually the first one to greet us, with his crooked smile and teasing comments about how much we'd changed. The fact that he wasn't here felt like a sign, and not a good one.

Y/N's POV

From your bedroom window, you watched the familiar chaos of the Conklin family's arrival with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Summer at Cousins meant the return of your chosen family - the people who had shaped every important memory of your childhood.

But it also meant the return of Conrad Fisher, and the complicated feelings you'd been trying to ignore for months.

You'd been here for a week already, helping your parents open up the house and get everything ready for the season. In that time, you'd caught glimpses of Conrad around the Fisher property, but he'd seemed different - distant, almost hollow in a way that made your chest ache with worry.

The Conrad you'd fallen for over years of shared summers was thoughtful and intense, yes, but never empty. Never like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

A soft knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. "Y/N, sweetheart," your mother called. "The Conklin's are here. Why don't you go say hello?"

You smoothed down your sundress and headed outside, your bare feet familiar with the path through the gate that connected your properties. The Fisher backyard was already full of voices and laughter, but your eyes immediately sought out Conrad.

You found him leaning against the side of the house, partially hidden in shadow, watching the reunion with an expression you couldn't quite read. When his eyes met yours across the yard, something passed between you - a recognition, maybe, or a question neither of you knew how to ask.

"Y/N!" Belly's voice pulled your attention away, and suddenly you were being swept into a hug that smelled like vanilla perfume and summer hopes. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too," you said, and meant it. Belly had always been like a little sister to you, even though you were the same age. There was something about her perpetual optimism that made you want to protect her from anything that might dim her light.

Even if that something might be your own feelings for the boy she'd been in love with for years.

Conrad's POV

CANCER.

The word echoed in Conrad's head like a death sentence, which, he supposed, they might be. He'd been carrying them around for two weeks now, ever since he'd overheard his parents' conversation in the kitchen late one night.

We can't tell the boys yet. Let them have one more normal summer.

Normal. As if anything could ever be normal again.

He watched from his position against the house as Y/N emerged from her family's property, and his chest tightened with a familiar ache. She looked beautiful in the golden afternoon light, her hair catching the breeze, her smile warm as she greeted everyone.

She was the one person who might understand, who might be able to help him carry this impossible weight. But she was also the one person he couldn't burden with it. Y/N had always been his safe place, his refuge from the expectations and pressures that came with being the responsible older Fisher son. How could he destroy that by telling her that his mother - the woman who had been like a second mother to Y/N her entire life - might be dying?

You're being dramatic, he told himself. The doctors said treatable. Susannah Fisher is the strongest person you know. She'll beat this.

But the rational part of his brain was being drowned out by the part that kept replaying his father's broken voice saying aggressive and we caught it late and we'll have to see.

"Conrad!" Belly's voice cut through his spiral, bright and hopeful in a way that made him feel even worse. "There you are! I was wondering where you'd disappeared to."

She'd grown up over the winter - he could see it in the confident way she held herself, in the dress that was definitely not something the old Belly would have worn. She was beautiful, and he should feel something about that. Instead, he just felt tired.

"Hey, Belly," he managed, forcing what he hoped looked like a smile.

But his eyes drifted back to Y/N, who was watching him with that perceptive gaze that had always seen too much. She knew something was wrong - he could see it in the way her brow furrowed with concern.

Stay away, he wanted to tell her. Don't look at me like that. It's too dangerous.

Susannah's POV

Susannah Fisher was a master at reading the emotional currents that flowed through her house each summer, and this year, those currents were more complicated than ever.

There was Belly, practically glowing with excitement and hope, her eyes tracking Conrad's every movement with barely concealed adoration. There was Y/N, beautiful and concerned, her gaze soft with the kind of love she probably didn't even realize she was broadcasting. And there was Conrad, her serious boy, who was carrying something heavy enough to dim the light in his eyes.

She'd noticed the change in him over the past few weeks, the way he'd grown quieter and more withdrawn. At first, she'd attributed it to the stress of finishing his senior year, the pressure of college applications and impending adulthood. But this felt different, deeper.

But Conrad had always been a light sleeper, and he'd always been too perceptive for his own good.

"Dinner in an hour!" she announced to the group. "Y/N, will you be joining us?"

"Actually," Y/N said, glancing toward her own house, "my parents wanted me home for dinner tonight. Rain check?"

Conrad's head snapped up at that, and for a moment, his mask slipped enough for Susannah to see the disappointment underneath. Oh, my sweet boy, she thought. Why won't you just tell her how you feel?

"Of course, sweetheart," Susannah replied. "Tomorrow night, then."

As Y/N headed back toward her house, Susannah caught the way both Conrad and Belly watched her go, though for very different reasons. This summer was going to test all of them in ways she wasn't sure they were ready for.

She just hoped they'd all survive it intact.

Y/N's POV - Evening

The text came just as you were finishing dinner with your parents: Bonfire tonight at the beach. You in? - Jere

You stared at the message for a long moment, weighing your options. Part of you wanted to stay home, to avoid the complicated dynamics that seemed to be brewing between you and Conrad and Belly. But a bigger part of you needed to be there, needed to try to figure out what was wrong with Conrad and how you could help.

I'll be there, you typed back.

An hour later, you were walking across the dunes toward the glow of the bonfire, your bare feet sinking into the still-warm sand. The beach was already crowded with local kids and summer residents, the air filled with laughter and the sound of someone's Bluetooth speaker competing with the crash of waves.

You spotted the Fisher boys immediately - Jeremiah was holding court near the fire, animated and charming as always, while Conrad stood apart from the group, a beer in his hand and that same distant expression on his face.

What you didn't expect was to see him with Nicole Martinez, a local girl you'd known peripherally for years. She was beautiful in an effortless way, with sun-streaked hair and the kind of confidence that came from never doubting your place in the world. Her hand was resting casually on Conrad's arm as she laughed at something he'd said.

The sight hit you like a physical blow, jealousy and hurt flooding your system before you could stop them. You had no claim on Conrad Fisher - you'd never even told him how you felt - but seeing him with someone else made you realize just how deep your feelings actually ran.

Get it together, you told yourself firmly. You're here for the same reason you've always been here - because these people are your family, and family shows up.

You made your way over to where Steven and Jeremiah were debating the merits of different surfboard brands, forcing a smile and trying to ignore the way your eyes kept drifting back to Conrad and Nicole.

"Y/N!" Steven greeted you with a grin. "Thank God you're here. Maybe you can talk some sense into Jere about his ridiculous board choices."

"Hey, my board choices are excellent," Jeremiah protested. "I'm just ahead of my time."

Their easy banter was exactly what you needed, and you let yourself sink into the familiar rhythm of summer friendships. But even as you laughed at their jokes and joined their conversations, you remained hyperaware of Conrad's presence across the fire.

He looked up once and caught your eye, and for a moment, his expression softened into something that looked almost like longing. But then Nicole said something that made him laugh, and the moment was broken.

Belly's POV

Sneaking out had seemed like such a good idea than watching movies with the moms. Mom had been clear that I wasn't allowed to go - something about it being too late and not properly supervised - but I was seventeen, not seven. I could handle a beach party.

Now, standing at the edge of the firelight in my carefully chosen outfit, I was starting to second-guess myself. Everyone looked older, more sophisticated, more like they belonged here. And Conrad was definitely not alone.

I spotted Conrad with a girl - she looked the kind of girl who made everything look effortless. She was exactly the kind of girl Conrad Fisher should be with.

The thought made my chest ache with something that felt suspiciously like defeat.

"Belly?" Steven's voice cut through my spiral, sharp with surprise and anger. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Great. Now I was going to get lectured by my brother in front of everyone. This night was going exactly as planned.

"I'm hanging out," I said, lifting my chin with more confidence than I felt. "Same as everyone else."

"You're supposed to be at home," Steven shot back, moving toward me with that protective-brother expression I knew all too well. "Mom's going to kill you when she finds out you snuck out."

"I'm not a child, Steven," I snapped, my embarrassment making me defensive. "I can make my own decisions."

"Obviously not, if this is the kind of decision you're making," he retorted.

I could feel people starting to stare, could see Y/N looking concerned and Jeremiah moving toward us with diplomat written all over his face. The last thing I wanted was to cause a scene, but Steven was treating me like I was still twelve years old.

"You don't get to control my life," I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm.

"I'm trying to protect you," Steven replied, grabbing my arm. "From making stupid mistakes that could get you in serious trouble."

"Get off me!" I yanked my arm away, and that's when Jeremiah finally reached us.

"Hey, hey," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "Let's all take a step back here. Belly, Steven, just worried about you. Steven, maybe we can find a middle ground?"

But before anyone could respond, the sound of raised voices erupted from somewhere near the water's edge. A fight was breaking out, and from the sound of it, it was getting serious fast.

That's when I heard Conrad's voice, sharp with anger and slurred with alcohol, and my blood ran cold.

Conrad's POV

The fight had started over something stupid.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the crushing weight of pretending everything was fine when his world was falling apart, but something in him just broke. The stranger was bigger and clearly looking for trouble, but Conrad was beyond caring about consequences.

Through the haze of adrenaline and rage, he was dimly aware of people shouting, of the crowd forming a circle around them. This was exactly the kind of scene he usually went out of his way to avoid, but tonight he couldn't seem to care about anything except hitting something until the pain in his chest went away.

The stranger lunged at him again, and Conrad barely managed to duck out of the way. That's when he saw them - Y/N and Belly, both rushing toward the fight from different directions, both with expressions of panic and determination.

No, he thought desperately. Stay back. Don't get involved.

But it was too late. Y/N reached the stranger first, grabbing his arm to try to pull him away, just as the guy's elbow came back hard and fast. The sound of the impact was sickening, and Conrad watched in horror as Y/N crumpled to the sand, Belly stumbling and falling nearby.

Everything else ceased to matter. The fight, his anger, the stranger who was still looking for round two - all of it disappeared in the face of Y/N's still form on the beach.

He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he gently touched her shoulder. "Y/N, oh my God, Y/N," his voice was rough with panic. "Can you hear me?"

Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and confused, and the relief that flooded through him was so intense it made him dizzy.

"I'm here," he whispered, fighting to keep his voice steady. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

Somewhere behind him, he could hear Belly getting to her feet, could hear sirens in the distance. But his entire world had narrowed to Y/N's pale face and the growing bruise on her cheek.

This is your fault, the voice in his head whispered. She got hurt because of you. Because you can't control yourself. Because you're exactly the kind of person who brings chaos to everyone around you.

Chapter 2 is OUT!!!

[rainandsentences]

Always Almost, Conrad

season three!conrad fisher x female!best friend

synopsis: when her chest physically hurts and her heart flutters violently for him, how would she tell him? you don’t tell that stuff to your best friend… do you?

rate: 16+

warnings: angst!

a/n: in honor of tsitp new season… i was literally imagining this as i watched the new episodes. 💀 drop in the comments: team conrad or team jeremiah? 🧐 (i’ll read and judge quietly…)

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The pizza box was open between them, half-eaten and lukewarm, and she watched Conrad pick olives off his slice with the kind of lazy precision that only came after hours in traffic. He looked tired, older in a way that made her heart ache—more grown-up than she ever wanted him to be.

“You know you could just order without olives, right?” she teased, leaning back against the couch cushions, trying to sound light.

He smirked. “And rob you of this precious moment of judgment? Never.”

“Okay, you’re such a pick me.” She scoffs.

“I love all the ingredients this pizza has… except this guys.” He picked up an olive that she grabbed from his hand to eat it after.

“You have no brain.” She looked away.

“More than you? Absolutely.” He chuckles as she pushes him.

“Bitch” She mumbles as he only smiles.

It was always like this now. Comfortable, familiar and relaxed, she still came over without warning and he texted her sometimes dumb when he couldn’t sleep.

They were like that, simple and easy to be around each other. Like they used to do back then…

They’d grown up together, met at second grade in school when he snitched on her over being copying on a test. They were called at the principal office as she killed him with her gaze, after that, she swore to herself that she would hate him forever. The pledge didn’t lasted till third grade when she was paired with him to do a science project, there’s where they became friends and after, the bestest of friends. So they took her to Cousins Beach for the first time in the summer vacations of fifth grade; they introduced her to the Conklins and quickly they were racing down the dock to see who could cannonball the loudest.

As they grew up, things changed between them and all the other participants of the group.

At fourteen she could see how Belly looked at him with awe so she teased him about it.

At sixteen, she barely saw him. He was moody all the time, he started to see other girls in high school but occasionally they had time to hang out.

Then with seventeen, cancer. His bad mood increased as her mom was fighting the horrific battle against the illness.

She lost, and he also lost his spark.

At eighteen, she realized her stomach dropped every time he smiled at her.

She never told him.

Not when Susannah died. Not when he left for Brown. Not when he and Belly finally broke up and she held him in her arms, rubbing circles into his back while he cried like a child.

She stayed, obviously.

Now, he was recently out of med school,few kilometers away, but still called her when his car wouldn’t start or when he forgot how to cook rice. She was living downtown, working finance hours, and pretending she didn’t care that her phone lit up with his name more than anyone else’s.

But it was different now. She was different.

He still talked about Belly sometimes.

Not in the same way—not with longing or pain. But he mentioned her. Little things. How she was doing. How they’d been kids, really.

And every time, she felt it again.

That he would never look at her the way he looked at Belly. Not then. Not now.

Because she heard him.

“how many times you’ve been in love?” “once”

So she started pulling away in the only ways she knew how.

“Busy week, sorry I missed your call.”

“Can’t make dinner, work stuff. Rain check?”

He let her. For a while…

But he was too smart and knew her too well to figure out something was off.

“Did I do something?” he asked one night, voice low, cracking slightly at the end.

She looked up from her phone. They were sitting on his fire escape, city lights buzzing in the distance.

“What? No. Just tired.”

He watched her. “You always say that now.”

She forced a smile. “It’s always true.”

He didn’t push, because he never did. He just passed her the beer they were sharing and leaned his head back against the railing.

She turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears she wasn’t ready to explain.

The night it finally happened, it was raining.

He offered to walk her to her car after dinner. They hadn’t talked much during the meal, both fidgety and off-center. She didn’t know if he felt it too.

She almost didn’t say anything. Almost climbed into her car and drove off into the familiar ache of never knowing.

But she was tired.

Of pretending, of the constant pain in her chest, of her mind.

“Hey,” she said, grabbing his sleeve before he turned away.

He blinked down at her, hair damp and curling at the ends.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

The words left her like a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

He froze.

She kept going, quietly.

“I didn’t say anything because… i know you have been dealing with stuff. And i’ve always supported in everything and i’m glad i’ve been present in almost every step of your life, i know you how much you loved Belly… …And maybe you still do. I could see how happy you were every time you spoke about her, I didn’t want to lose you for some stupidness of mine. But it hurts now, my chest hurts more every day and i had to say it, i need to… i’m sorry, Conrad.”

Conrad swallowed hard. Looked down. Then up.

His eyes were so soft it broke her heart.

“You mean everything to me,” he said. “You know that, right?”

She nodded, a lump in her throat.

“But not like that.”

There it was. Kind. Honest. Crushing.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” he added. “If I loved you the way you deserve to be loved, I’d never stop saying it. But I don’t.”

She smiled, even as her heart cracked open.

“I know.” She chuckles as she cleans the tears from her cheeks.

He hugged her, tight, longer. She closed her eyes enjoying his presence, his scent and his touch. Her mind wondered to a universe where that was normal, where that was her present— but when he let go, her eyes open and she’s back there, to her reality. She stepped back, he looked at her softly, not with pity but with understanding.

“Maybe we need some space,” she whispered.

He nodded. “If that’s what you need.”

She looked at him, memorizing his face like it was the last time. Maybe it was.

“Honestly, I didn’t wanted for this to happen…” She scoffs.

“I don’t want to lose you…” He says softly.

“Me neither.”

Conrad smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes either.

“Be careful.” He says softly.

“Yeah.” She says still crying.

“Do you think… that it could’ve worked out in another life?” She says with a mixture of pain and frustration.

“In another life, maybe.”

Never in this one… Not a chance

“Funny, in this one still hurts.” She smiles at him, looking at his face for a last time, she turned, walked to her car, and didn’t look back.

And for once, he didn’t follow.

And it was okay.

Because it was almost him.

But for her will always be only him.