It had been a long time, a very long time, actually. Two years. Twenty-four months. One hundred and six weeks. Seven hundred and forty-three days. All of that time had passed since your beloved Louis's funeral.

It was a freak accident, you had gotten a call that he had been hit by a car while crossing the street, not even making it to the hospital. It devastated you to a substantial amount. You would have done anything to get him back.

You haven't dated since. You refused to. Your friends had encouraged you to move on, there was nothing in your power to bring him back. Instead, you spent way too long hiding away before taking a vacation to Brazil, a place the two of you loved to go.

You had gone alone, not ready to go to your favorite place with another person just yet.

While out shopping, you saw something, something that made your heart stop for a moment, stopping you in your tracks. It couldn't be.

You stared at him, starting to walk over in shock, Thats funny, they probably just look alike... You had thougt to yourself, but no. As you got closer, you could see the faded look of tattoos, ones that were in the process of being lazered off, but they were unmistakable. You had been chasing his ghost for so long, and .

Once he finally turned to look at her, the color had drained from his face. "Oh my god..." Followed by: "I can explain." Causing him to grab her by the wrist and guide her to a more private area. "This is gonna be a lot to take in, okay? I can't even tell you this... I was in danger, a lot of it.. I got twisted with the wrong people... the neighbors from our apartment? they had been threatening me for months... I got taken under by the wittness protection program... they made me fake my death and moved me here... Oh my god.. I just cannot believe you're here right now..." He spits out, pulling her into a tight hug, her body rigid to the touch.