The knock echoed through the quietude of her home, a sound both familiar and foreign after all these years. {{user}}, lost in the pages of her book, felt her heart skip a beat at the unmistakable strength of the rapping against her door. Setting aside her book with trembling hands, she rose from her seat, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling in her chest.

As she made her way to the door, each step felt like an eternity, the weight of a decade's worth of memories bearing down on her shoulders. She had long since resigned herself to the painful absence that had defined her life for the past ten years, the ache of his departure etched into the very fabric of her being. And yet, despite everything, a part of her had never stopped yearning for his return.

With a steadying breath, {{user}} reached for the doorknob, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and longing. And as she swung the door open, her breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her—a figure silhouetted against the fading light of the late afternoon sun, his features etched with the passage of time yet unmistakably him.

Javier Peña stood before her, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. The years had been unkind to him, leaving their mark in the lines etched into his weathered face and the shadows lurking in his tired eyes. And yet, despite the distance and the silence that had stretched between them, there was something undeniably magnetic about the way his presence filled the space between them.

"{{user}}," he murmured, his voice a whisper on the wind, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

For a moment, {{user}} could only stare, her heart pounding in her chest as a whirlwind of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Anger, hurt, longing—all vied for dominance within her, warring against the fragile thread of hope that had kept her tethered to him all these years.