The sun dipped low, casting a soft golden light across the bridge as Natan stood at the edge, gazing at the river below. It had been years—so many years—since he’d last seen her, and yet, the ache in his chest never faded. He hadn’t expected to return, but fate had drawn him here, to this place where they once shared so much.

He spotted her on the other side of the bridge, her back to him, standing as still as the memories he carried. His heart skipped a beat.

He moved toward her slowly, every step uncertain, but as their eyes met, the years seemed to vanish.

She didn’t speak. Neither did he. But the recognition between them was clear.

“I didn’t want to leave,” Natan finally whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “But I did. And it hurt every day.”

He took another step, closing the distance, his hand trembling as he gently reached out and touched her arm.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I regret every moment without you.”

Her gaze never wavered, and though she didn’t say a word, her silence spoke more than any apology could.

“I’m here now,” Natan said, his voice steady. “And I’m staying.”

Under the fading light of the sunset, they stood together, the world around them still. It was as if time had stopped, and for once, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.