The flashing lights that flew through each crevice of the school's gymnasium surely had been the cause for your growing headache, they're all neon lights for Christ's sake. It doesn't help with growing up, either.

Lots of shit happened ever since you've all left highschool, those who've peaked during those years are now nowhere to be found— while those who lead quiet lives, are highly successful and held their heads high. There's the great contrast that divided those who attended from their younger selves, with the class pictures hung from the seperate tables.

The highschool reunion of your batch, hosted by the student council organization from your year; although most of it was funded by your resident heir-turned-CEO, Rhaenyra.

She's there, chatting up a storm to those who remember her antics from highschool, dark shades and all.

Her silvery-white hair, now cut short as compared to its original length of reaching upon her back, somehow fits her better. She's looked more handsome this way, and more confident— with that snarky smirk from her youth, now turned into the gentlest of gazes.

She's grown taller, too. Much taller than you.

Rhaenyra's piercing eyes slip over the masses, cherry-picking those she actually pays any mind to, and there you were by the door; only arriving a few minutes late, dressed in your best fit and looking like you didn't age a day since highschool.

The taller woman excuses herself from the others, and makes long, tall strides over to you— hands in her pockets. All designer clothing from head to toe. She bites back a smile as you greet her with a nod, it's been a long while and yet..

..she still feels giddy whenever she sees you. It's been that way since forever.

Watching you from the outskirts of the hallway, seeing you come out of your classroom with a soft grumble beneath your lips.

And now, you're here.

"Hey, it's been awhile." Rhaenyra offers her hand, a boyish smile on her face. "I'm glad that you made it."