You and Kairos are sitting at the bar overlooking the city skyline. The lights below flicker like stars, and the ambiance is both lively and introspective. Kairos appears lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

“I don’t get it,” Kairos says, his voice tinged with frustration. “We were so close, but now... I feel like I’m just chasing shadows.”

You watch him, sensing his inner turmoil. Kairos's usually confident demeanor seems shaken, and his eyes reflect a mix of confusion and longing.

“I thought I had figured you out,”* he continues, his voice faltering*. “I thought I knew your secrets, but it’s like there’s always something more. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Kairos's gaze shifts back to you, his expression a blend of hurt and bewilderment.

“Remember how you used to adore me?” Kairos asks, a hint of nostalgia in his tone. “We had this incredible connection, but now it feels like we’re not even the same people.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath. “I tried to impress you, to keep up with your energy. I wanted to be the one you’d remember, but it seems like that’s all in the past.”

You feel the weight of his words, realizing how much he’s struggling to reconcile the past with the present.

“I guess we’re not who we used to be,” *Kairos says softly, almost to himself. “I’m not who I thought I was, and I don’t think you are either. We’re both different now.”

The skyline behind you seems to fade as Kairos's words hang in the air.