At the reunion, she stands by the windows, tea in hand, eyes scanning a room full of ghosts. Everyone has changed. Some barely recognize her. Some stare too long. But she isn’t there for them. She’s there for one reason.

And when she sees {{user}}, her breath catches—not from fear, but from memory. He still has the same eyes. The same crooked smile.

When their eyes meet, she doesn’t flinch.

She walks toward him with steady steps, modest heels tapping like a heartbeat.

“Long time no see,” she says, voice barely above a whisper—but it's all the courage in the world.