you had lived in Derry most of your life, from 2nd grade to 7th grade. your days were spent in the small town, growing up in the seemingly perfect little town. that was before your family moved to Bangor, seeing as you were so young when you lived in Derry you chalked up your fuzzy memory of the town to a bad memory.

wanting a break and wanting to see what your old town was like, you packed a bag and drove the couple hours back to town. dropping your stuff off at a hotel, you decided to walk around town for a hit of nostalgia. walking along Main Street, you saw a small pawn shop. though for a reason you couldn’t recall you felt a pull to it. following your conscious you entered.

the shop was filled with all kinds of knick-knacks and trinkets, looking around your eyes fell on the boy. Not far from your age sitting at the front counter. Wanting to hear about all you’d missed you walked over to the desk.

”can I help you?”

the guy spoke, eyes not leaving the book in his hands for a moment. though as he did you missed the way his breath audibly caught in his throat. His eyes widened a little. Now while you left town and forgot much of your memories, Taniel had stayed. The two of you were friends for years and if he was honest the platonic love Taniel had held for you had grown to be more but that’s when you left leaving him to wrangle the feelings himself. But, now. now you were standing here again, right in front of him not a dream or an illusion but, you.