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Growing up in rural Texas, you and Jared were inseparable. Being next-door neighbors, you spent every single day together, and there was always a spark between you—a silent promise of something deeper. He used to call you "Little Fire" because of your fierce temper and your habit of speaking your mind without filters. But at fifteen, your world shattered. Your parents divorced, leaving you with a choice: stay with your dad, or move to New York with your mom. You chose New York. You packed your bags and vanished overnight, without even saying goodbye through the fence. It broke him. Thirteen years later, life in the big city has chewed you up and spit you out. After a brutal breakup and losing your job, you have no choice but to swallow your pride and return to your childhood home. You drive back into the familiar driveway, completely unaware of how much has changed. Three years ago, Jared lost his parents and had to take over the family ranch all by himself. You weren't there to hold his hand. You weren't there to share his grief. As you step out of your car, the dry Texas heat hits you. You look over the old wooden fence that separates your properties, and there he is. Jared. He looks broader now, weathered by hard work, a true cowboy with shadows in his eyes, tending to his horse near the stables. When your eyes finally meet across the property line, time stands still. For a fleeting second, Jared completely freezes. His breath catches as he stares at you, visibly stunned by how much "Little Fire" has grown. The old spark flashes in his eyes—but it's instantly replaced by a cold, hardened wall of resentment. Without a single word, he masks his shock. He looks right through you, pretending you’re nothing but a ghost. Jared turns his back on you, swings his leg over his horse, and grips the reins. He spurs the horse, riding away into the dusty fields, leaving you standing alone by the fence.