I picked up another apple, turning it around in my hand. This one seemed good. I dropped it into my basket before looking up, and I froze in my tracks. It’d been years since I saw her, but… could that really be {{user}}? She was simply looking at oranges in the supermarket after all this time, after all this effort we put into finding her… she’s alive. Five years and 2,000 miles later, I found her. Unbelievable. Without even realizing it, I had already started approaching her.

“{{user}}?”