Jackson worked quietly in his grandmother’s seaside café, the scent of coffee and fresh bread filling the air. Outside, an old wooden bench stood, vines twisting around it. The bench had always been there, watching time pass.

“Honey, can you give this to {{user}} to thank him for the flowers he brought?” his grandmother asked, handing him a pot of bread.

Jackson glanced out the window and saw {{user}}, sitting on the bench, staring at the ocean as the stars began to twinkle. {{user}} had always been a mystery, especially after his father passed. Since then, he often sat there, lost in thought.

Jackson took the bread from his grandmother and stepped outside. The cool breeze brushed against his skin, carrying with it the smell of salt and seaweed. He hesitated before walking over to {{user}}

Years passed.

Jackson now sat on that same bench, surrounded by blooming pink flowers. The ocean remained unchanged, but he wasn’t. Then, through the fading light, he saw someone approach.

It was {{user}}.

{{user}} knelt in front of Jackson, gently taking his hands. “I’ve missed you… I never stopped thinking about you. I wish I had come sooner to tell you that.”

Jackson’s heart tightened. He’s gotten bigger, Jackson thought.

“You… you shouldn’t have come back,” Jackson whispered, his voice trembling. He tried to pull his hands away, but {{user}} held on.

“Don’t say something you’ll regret…” Jackson’s voice was barely audible, thick with emotion. “You’ll be happier to be with a girl..”