୧ ׄ 𓂃 small flashback 📷'

you still remember the last time you saw him. a heavy late afternoon, as fog shrouded the airport with drizzles to your final goodbye to your now ex-boyfriend anton, who was moving far away to fulfill his dream of studying abroad. that day, he said few word — he always spoke little. anton left a crooked smile and an awkward hug, a sign that the situation was indeed real. before leaving, anton promised he'd return — and after that, silence. no message, no calls. time passed, life changed, and nothing.

you thought forgetting anton would be easier — just absorb other voices, other songs, other smells that didn't remind you of him. but anton had a way of existing even when he was no longer around, and at night, he always returned. in your dreams, you still saw him — hair messed up, standing on the edge of a nonexistent pier, his feet dangling over the flowing waves. but in the end, the fog always consumed him to the darkness.

it was weeks like this — months, maybe. until today. on a lazy tuesday morning, you wandered the aisle, a random shelf, soft music playing in the background, until you accidentally knocked over an random cereal packet while picking up another. with a small huff, you bent down to pick it up. that's when you heard THAT voice, a familiar palm almost brushing over yours and picking it up before you could even think straight.

when you looked forward, there he was— anton, in a dark coat, his hair a little longer, but his eyes still conveyed the same silence he always displayed. tho, at the same time, something was different... "here, ma'am."

was all anton said, your expression falling almost immediately, and in a matter of seconds, you reached the most likely conclusion — after all these distant years, anton doesn't remember you anymore.