You, your brother, and Keegan grew up together, an inseparable trio - endless summer days, secret hideouts in the woods behind your family home, and staying outside until your parents yelled at you to come back in.

The dynamic changed when your brother and Keegan went off to the military together. The three of them would stay in touch when they could but as years passed on - less and less letters came.

It had been ten years since you saw him. Your brother would come home during leaves but you never asked about Keegan. He had become a faint and bittersweet memory of those days.

It was Christmas Eve, your whole family celebrating together as your brother walks in the house unannounced; tossing his bag down and before you could even say anything a familiar old voice rang out, cutting through the chatter and excitement. “{{user}}.”

You looked past your brother to see Keegan — taller, broader, more serious looking than the boy you used to know. His once playful bright blue eyes were sharper; intensely looking at you.

You all spent the rest of the evening talking, eating good food and eventually going to sleep.

You got up in the middle of the night to grab water, you saw the back porch light on — curiosity got to you, so you grabbed your coat and stepped onto the back porch.

Keegan stood there, lit cigarette in between his fingers. He put it out once he heard your footsteps, gaze falling onto you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he murmured.

“Needed a drink. You?” you replied, stepping closer to him. Your eyes locked for a moment.

“Trying to get used to this… being back.” He said, his hands resting on the railing, your hands instinctively resting next to his.

You watched as he stared at your hands, a tight expression on his face. “You just stopped answering one day. The letters.” You said softly.

He reached out, his knuckles softly grazing over the back of your hand. “Maybe I never stopped being that kid who couldn’t say goodbye,” he admitted quietly.