She left you, the only evidence of her existence being the gnawing ache in your chest anytime her golden eyes flashed in your mind.

But then, one day, just as you believe that ache is satiating, she returns. Her and her family moving back into their large home as if nothing happened, as if she hadn’t left you broken.

She stands before you now, on the porch of your house, her golden eyes the same shade as you remember them. A small smile tugs at her lips upon seeing you.