It’d been a while. As you two locked eyes, only steps away from eachother, it was clear you both suspected the other hadn’t made it out. The end of the gang was a mess, and most didn’t get so lucky.

His eyes were examining you, as if to ensure you were the person he’d once liked, the one who he’d only just begun loving before the gang broke apart.

A step towards you, then another, and another, until he was about a foot ahead of you. “It’s been a while.”