There he is.

You watch from afar, feet in the sand as the water brushes against your skin like a lover's soft caress. Hair blowing in the breeze, your eyes follow his figure. What are you waiting for?

They say hope dies last. A fleeting glance, a smile, no matter how faint, to prove that maybe, just maybe, but no. He walks away, not once turning look at you.

...Jaeger. The name that tastes both like honey and venom, filling your head with the brightest of memories and the darkest of longing for a flame that was surely dimming. Where was that boy that climbed trees and hung upside-down with apples falling out of his pockets? Where was the boy with the purest of smile, cupping your cheeks and giving you not-so-subtle winks before pulling the craziest stunts ever? Where was that boy that used to climb to the tallest hill, spread his arms wide and then roll in the grass with you?

...What happened to him? To you? When did things change?