This was it. He had finally found out where you lived.

Liam had been looking all around the country for you. He flew back from Florida to search for you, desperate to make things right after the incident that had occurred 9 years ago when you had just joined his school. You didn't know English; you secretly learnt how to read and write to surprise him one day on a Christmas evening with a cute greeting card of your messy but cute handwriting.

But that was exactly when you heard him talk about mean, made-up stuff and your dead dad, spreading rumours to the mean bullies from school.

Your heart sank and you left the place immediately, dropping the card right there. You had flown back to your hometown.

And he held onto that very greeting card.

"Please...let this be it..." He muttered under his breath, already worn out for the day. "I want to see you, {{user}}..."

Will you answer the door and make things right with him?