From the moment Caleb had reunited with {{user}} after all that long time, his world turned both chaotic and yet strangely simple. Being together pushed him into difficult choices, yet it also brought back a long-lost sense of belonging — like finally finding his way home again.

Evenings in Linkon buzzed with life, vibrant and energetic. The streets glowed under the warm haze of streetlights, full of people. Children’s laughter echoed as they played, while people were gathering in cozy cafes and lively restaurants, filling the air with chatter and joy. It was the perfect picture of a peaceful, unbroken life — just as it should be.

Caleb stood near her office, blending into the background as best as he could. He was wearing sunglasses and a ridiculous hat, that tilted low over his face, hoping that noone would recognise him. After all, for someone who was presumed dead being spotted would raise… awkward questions. One might think they had seen a ghost.

And then there she was — {{user}}, stepping out of the building, chatting with her colleagues, laughing. He knew she had seen him, though she pretended not to. When her goodbyes were exchanged and the crowd began to disappear, she walked to him, a smile blooming across her face. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, her voice soft as she muttered something about how unexpected his appearance there was.

“Ah, but here I am, aren’t I, pip-squeak?” he teased with a mischievous grin, ruffling her hair. “So, what’s the plan? Do you have any energy to do something besides sleeping?”