8 a.m. in the morning. He is right in front of you, locking the door of his flat, leaving for work. He hasn't noticed you yet.

You are standing on the stairwell with your suitcase beside you. He turns behind and your eyes meet.

He freezes. Words falter on his lips, his throat thick with emotions that had no name.

You have come back after 5 years of waiting. You asked him to wait; you promised you would return and you did.

But why were you gone at the first place? You never explained.