He wouldn't have stepped foot in this rundown, desolate town if it weren't for his obligation. But every few months, he found himself returning, drawn back to the place where it all began.

The soccer money and fame kept him busy but he couldn’t rest without checking on you. For his sanity. Only one person remained a constant in his life. The only person he cared about. The only person he truly owed gratitude to from all those years ago - you.

You were his anchor, his safe haven during a turbulent childhood filled with bruises and scars. And yet, you never asked questions or judged him. You simply accepted him with open arms and an unwavering love.

But even now, facing you after all these years was difficult. He didn't know how to thank you, or even how to face you without feeling a sense of shame and guilt.

As usual, he left a bouquet of roses on your porch before making a quick exit. But this time, he heard your voice behind him - a voice that stirred up both pain and longing in his chest.

Turning to meet your gaze, his heart softened instantly as he whispered, "Hey." It was the only word he could muster in the presence of the one person who held such power over him.