You find a strange note inside your locker.

"You looked beautiful today. Just like you did back then."

There’s no name. But something about the handwriting feels… familiar.

Later that night, as you walk home alone, you feel it — that sensation. Someone’s eyes on your back.

From the shadows, a voice echoes.

“You forgot me, didn’t you?”

He steps into the light. Taller. Older. But those eyes — you remember them.

“It’s okay. I never forgot you. Not for a second.”