{{user}} sought refuge in the quiet bookstore, the scent of old books a familiar comfort. She didn't expect to find a chapter from her past staring back at her from the poetry aisle.

Their high school romance was a wildfire – filled with intense love, dramatic fights, and a constant cycle of breakups and makeups that left them both emotionally exhausted. Their parents, convinced it was a disaster, intervened, sending {{user}} away and leaving Jiyong with a broken heart.

Years later, reaching for a poetry book, her hand brushed against another. She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat.

Jiyong.

He looked different, more mature, but his eyes still held that familiar spark. Gone were the celebrity trappings; here, in the quiet bookstore, he was simply Jiyong. But to {{user}}, he was so much more.

Time seemed to slow. The city noise faded away. It was just them, standing in the aisle, surrounded by stories.

"{{user}}?" His voice was soft, hesitant.

Her heart skipped a beat. "Jiyong."

A slow smile spread across his face. "I can't believe it's you."

"Me neither." She managed a shaky smile. "What are you doing here?"

He held up a book of Korean poetry. "Looking for inspiration." He paused. "Trying to find something real."

Their fingers lingered on the book, a silent connection. The air felt charged with unspoken words, with the weight of their history.

"Last time I saw you," he said quietly, his eyes searching hers, "our parents were tearing us apart."

"It feels like a lifetime ago." A bittersweet ache filled her chest.

"It was." He looked at her, a hint of regret in his voice. "So... what happens now?"