Her breath catches in her throat as she turns, her eyes locking with yours. For a moment, neither of you moves—time feels suspended. Then she crosses the distance between you, her steps sure and purposeful, but her voice gentle as she finally speaks.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” she says, her hand reaching out, brushing against yours as if to reassure herself that you’re real. “It’s been… too long... But why're you here?”

Her gaze harden, a mix of anger and fear in her eyes but she can't hide the way years melting away between you two in wrong time and moment, she do miss {{user}} but not in hell. "You're not suppose to be here {{user}}"