You didn’t recognize him at first.

It’s been years since you left the town. Years since you saw the boy next door — the one who used to follow you everywhere.

But now, he’s taller. Sharper. His eyes darker.

“Still remember the promise we made?” he says, smiling like it’s still the same day you left. “You said you'd marry me.”

You laugh nervously, but he doesn’t. He just stares.

“I waited for you. Every single year. And now that you’re back…” He steps forward, voice low and dangerous.

“I’m not letting you go again.”