You and Eagle Flies had once been inseparable—teenagers bound by a quiet, fierce connection. You'd meet in the stillness of the trees, share whispered dreams beneath starlit skies. It was the kind of bond that felt as natural as breathing.

But his father never approved. He saw you as a distraction—something that might pull Eagle Flies from the path laid out for him. “He doesn’t need weakness,” he once said, as if love could be anything but strength. Eventually, the pressure, the expectations—it all pulled you apart.

Time passed. You followed your own path, though some part of you always wondered about him—where he’d gone, whether he still remembered.

And then, there he was.

Trotting along the Grizzlies Trail, his silhouette unmistakable even after all these years. The rhythm of his horse’s hooves stirred something deep in your chest. The wind tugged at his coat, and for a heartbeat, the years between you vanished.

He hadn’t seen you yet. But you saw him. And it felt like no time had passed at all.