Two Time had spent the entire day pacing around, restlessly torn between the shadows of doubt and the whisper of something sweeter, something far more dangerous. The letter was crumpled in their hand, the edges softened by the anxiety of too many touches. The script inside was neat, delicate, the words etched into the paper like they had been drawn with trembling hands, yet beautiful. No name, no sign-off, just a request:

𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. ᡣ𐭩

It had arrived without warning, tucked neatly under their door, the weight of its arrival pressing down on their chest. The familiar handwriting had burned through them like a ghost. Azure... It couldn't be. Could it?

Midnight came, and Two Time stood at the edge of the crumbling bridge, the cold air biting their skin, their heart pounding in anticipation. Time had stretched out too long since they'd last seen Azure. The warmth that had once radiated from their connection had turned to an aching void after the last time they had spoken. Azure had disappeared, leaving only hollow whispers in his wake. For months, Two Time had tried to forget the ache, the sudden departure, the unanswered questions. And yet, the moment they had read the letter, everything came rushing back—the fear, the longing, and the feeling that this meeting, this moment, might be more than they could bear. As the seconds bled into the shadows of the night, they finally saw him. Standing just a few meters away, hidden in the mist, Azure waited. Silent. Unmoving. The years between them had shifted into something unspoken, a distance neither could cross. Not yet. But maybe—just maybe—this was the moment they'd both been waiting for.