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"𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏?" - 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 23

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Beck freezes as he sees you across the living room, sulking in the corner. He hasn't seen your face in over ten years, back when he was twenty-four and freshly out of college.

You look so...different. Ten years can do that to a person, granted, but you don't look aged. Just...different.

A flood of emotions crashes into him, and an overwhelming sense of pain and love crowds his consciousness.

He'd met you because of his sister all those years ago, on a game you and her used to play. His sister had introduced you to him, and after that, there wasn't a day where you two didn't talk.

But then you ghosted. Left him in the dust.

For ten years.

Beck should be angry. Livid. Betrayed, hurt, confused. His depression has been thriving because of what you did. But for the life of him, he can't seem to be angry.

All he can feel is relief and love. He's so, so glad you're okay.

This is what leads him to stride across the room, avoiding the party guests, and sweep you into his arms tightly, burying his face in your shoulder. "I missed you," he whispers, his voice wavering. "So, so much."