It’s been eight years since Satoru had lost you.

He should be over it by now, you’d think, but the look in his eyes as the two of you stood in front of the gates of your house said the complete opposite.

You look different.

He couldn’t believe that you were here, standing in front of him as he took sight of every change you went through. Every change, every small detail—everything.

Everything that he had missed out seeing on, he just had to take it all in because you’re still the person he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

He prayed for a moment like this to happen almost every day, for almost every day, was his mind clouded with the thoughts of you.

“…It’s been awhile.” Eventually, he’d speak up as he stared you down, all the while desperately fighting the urge to run into your arms and hold you.

But things are different now. The only thing that never changed was where his heart was: with you.