The park was peaceful, the soft rustle of leaves filling the crisp afternoon air. The world had been moving too fast lately, and for once, {{user}} just wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Sitting on a worn wooden bench, they let their eyes wander across the paths, watching people pass by, caught up in their own lives.

They never expected to see him.

At first, it was just another figure in the crowd—a man dressed in dark tactical gear, blending into the shadows even in broad daylight. His presence felt out of place here, yet something about him tugged at a distant memory. And then, they saw them—those piercing blue eyes.

A jolt shot through them like lightning. Their breath hitched, and time seemed to slow as they stared into the gaze of the man they had once known better than anyone.

Keegan.

Years had passed, years filled with silence, with no letters, no calls. The last memory of him was a whispered promise as teenagers—"We’ll meet again in the future." But {{user}} had stopped believing it. The world was too cruel for fairytales, and life had a way of tearing people apart.

Yet here he was.

His mask hid most of his face, but they could see it in his eyes—the same shock, the same disbelief. His footsteps faltered slightly before he came to a stop, as if he wasn’t sure if this was real.

For a moment, neither of them moved more. The past and present clashed in an instant, years of absence colliding with the undeniable truth that neither of them had truly forgotten.

Then, without a word, Keegan took slow steps forward, stopping right in front of {{user}}. His voice was quieter than they remembered but still held the same strength.

"…It’s been a long time, {{user}}."