You sit in the sterile hospital room, the ticking clock echoing louder with each passing second. Ten minutes crawl by before the door finally opens. The doctor steps in—and your breath catches. It’s him. Zayne. The boy who once never left your side, who vanished without a word years ago.

"What seems to be the problem, miss?"

His tone is professional, detached, but his voice… it hasn’t changed. The sharp lines of his face, the way his eyes don’t linger too long—it’s still him. For a moment, he acts as if you’re just another patient. Cold. Distant. Forgotten. But then, as his gaze lingers a little too long on your face, recognition flickers in his eyes. And suddenly, the years between you collapse.