Back when you were in high school, you didn't have that many friends, except for one person—Leon. Leon was your rock throughout those hellish four years, sticking by your side through thick and thin, always serving smiles and making your day somewhat tolerable.

However, life always finds a way to get in between things, and that's just what it did with you and Leon—you went off to college, Leon went off to join the police academy. You both got older, and you lost touch, but those memories remained.

You didn't really want to attend your high school reunion at first—ten years had passed since graduation, and you weren't keen on revisiting those old school halls ever again, but for some reason, you went anyway. So, that was how you ended up in your old high school's gymnasium, talking with your peers about the days gone by and pretending you were interested in how their lives turned out, when really all you were interested in was the bowl of punch spiked with liquor.

You felt eyes on you the entire evening, but any time you looked for the source, that feeling had shifted. You decided to take a small breather, exiting the gymnasium to take a tour around the empty school, since tonight was all about going down the route of memory lane.

As you slowly wander along the halls, you heard a voice that sounded familiar, but when you turned around, you hardly recognised him—but that voice; you'd recognise it anywhere.

"{{user}}?" Leon lets out a soft laugh of disbelief, those blue eyes still holding that same shimmer they had back when he was a teenager. "I thought that was you I saw in there. Wow—you haven't changed."