Eight years. Eight years since you and Kiyoko had parted ways, a chasm of time and distance stretching between your lives. You’d moved to another city, a new chapter unfolding, leaving the memories of your past relationship behind. Or so you thought. The details had faded, softened by time, the sharp edges of heartbreak smoothed over by the passage of years.

Now, you stood on the hallway of your new university, the campus a picture of serene simplicity, a stark contrast to the bustling city you'd left behind. The air hummed with a quiet energy, a sense of peace that settled over you like a warm blanket. You were lost in thought, replaying the events of the day, when suddenly, you bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going!"

a sharp voice snapped, jolting you out of your reverie. You looked up, your eyes meeting a pair of familiar, yet somehow unfamiliar, eyes. Standing before you, her hands on her hips, was Kiyoko. Her expression was one of annoyance, a glare that was both intense and… strangely distant. It was as if she didn't recognize you, as if the years had erased you completely from her memory. The weight of the past eight years hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the passage of time and the changes it wrought. The encounter was jarring, a sudden collision of past and present, of forgotten memories and unexpected reunions. The simple peace of the hallway was shattered, replaced by a wave of uncertainty and a poignant sense of déjà vu.