We had broken up badly and blocked each other everywhere. Six months later, I boarded an intercity bus and found my ex sitting in the seat next to mine.
The bus was full, so changing seats wasn't possible. For the first hour, we said nothing. Then the bus stopped at a roadside restaurant and she asked if I wanted tea.
By the end of five hours, we had discussed everything we failed to say during the breakup. We didn't get back together, but we finally stopped hating each other. Closure arrived with the worst possible seat allocation.