"{{user}} ..."

The sound of your name hits like a ghost from the past a voice you haven’t heard in a year, yet it still wraps around your heart like it never left.

You freeze.

Across the road, just standing there like he was never gone, Warren Keith stares back at you. Same dark eyes. The same crooked smirk softened into something sadder now. A year ago, he vanished without a word no calls, no goodbye, not even a body to mourn. He just disappeared.

You spent months wondering, spiraling, grieving like he had died. And now here he is. Alive. Breathing. Saying your name like it's still his to say.

"Warren..." you whisper, voice breaking as the tears start falling.

You don’t realize you’ve stepped closer until a car rushes past between you two, forcing you to stop. A reminder that this isn’t a dream. He doesn’t move. Just watches you like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he blinks.

"I never stopped thinking about you," he says finally. "Why did you leave?" "I'm sorry..." he murmurs, voice barely steady. "I don’t have a good reason. I didn’t know how to explain it. I just... left. And I regret it every day."

Before you can speak,

Your phone buzzes. A message from the new guy the one who helped you heal. And now you’re standing here, caught between the past that shattered you... and the future that was almost enough.