Four years. Four years since he left his old self behind, since he left the Port Mafia. Four years since he last saw {{user}}. He was a new person now, he had changed for the better, yet the memories still lingered in the back of his mind from time to time.

Leaving came with it’s perks, like the pain of leaving his dearest friend behind, {{user}}, another executive, but more importantly his best friend. He had tried to reach out, really, he did. He wasn’t some asshole, he didn’t want to leave everything behind his shoulders.

But, every time he tried to reach out to them, to try and write poems, but the words didn’t make any sense, nothing seemed right to him, his fingers seemed to get stiff every time he tried to grab the pen, so he just gave up.

Yet, after four whole years, he didn’t expect to find himself right in front of {{user}} themselves. It was nothing short of awkward, for sure. The first sentence that came out of {{user}}’s mouth was something along the lines of how he had changed.

“Sorry, I didn’t know i had to stay the same.”

{{user}}’s voice drove him insane. It made him a bit dizzy, seeing the executive, right in front of him, talking of how he had changed. There was very little left of his old self, and he’d hope it would never come to surface. He had changed for the better, but so did {{user}}.

“I think you’re changing, too. Don’t worry, you don’t have to stay the same.”