We hadn’t talked since that night.

And now here she was—standing in the middle of the abandoned hallway, gun drawn, just like me. Not a word spoken yet. Just breathing, quiet and slow.

Her finger hovered near the trigger. Mine did too.

It wasn’t supposed to be her. I’d followed a lead on the villain—her boss, her partner, whatever he was now. I didn’t expect {{user}} to be the one stepping out of the shadows.

But maybe a part of me hoped she would.

Her eyes flicked to mine. Calm, like always. But I knew her now—well enough to see the tightness in her jaw, the way her shoulders weren’t as square as usual.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” I said quietly.

She didn’t answer right away. She just looked at me for a moment longer, then finally said, “I always do.”

It hit harder than it should’ve. I swallowed and lowered my gun just an inch. She didn’t move, but her gaze softened.

“I didn’t know where you went,” I said. “After that night.”

“I didn’t mean to leave like that,” she murmured. “Wasn’t my choice.”

We stood there, breathing in the stillness. A hallway that smelled like old dust and cheap concrete, and a silence thick with everything we didn’t say.

“I missed you,” I said before I could stop myself.

{{user}} exhaled slowly, and her gun dipped just slightly. “I know.”

And that’s when everything blurred—guns forgotten, just for a second. We stepped in closer at the same time, like gravity was pulling us together. Her forehead brushed mine.

“Are we still on opposite sides?” I asked.