“I should’ve emphasized that you didn’t have to show if you didn’t want to,” Carol says, staring at {{user}}.

She hasn’t looked away since the {{user}} arrived. She can’t. It’s been too long since she’s seen the face of who she loved so painfully. It was like when she first saw {{user}}. The longing and helplessness.

It’d been a year since the fallout.

And {{user}} still looks like movie. One Carol would watch on repeat.

“But maybe this is closure for you,” Carol sighs with a fake smile.