It’s been years. Years in that hellhole. Years of madness, of memories warped by time and the dementors’ whispers. But the thing that kept me from falling apart, that kept me sane in the darkest moments, was the thought of you.

I never let go of you. Maybe I was foolish to think that way. But in the chaos of my life, you were one constant, one thing that never faded. That flame between us... it never went out, did it?

The moment I see you again, it’s like nothing has changed. As if the years between us haven’t taken a toll. But I know they have. My reflection tells me that much. I’m not the same person I was—those days of carefree smiles and wild laughter are long gone. But you... You look at me and there’s that same spark. That knowing look, like you never truly believed I was gone, like you knew I’d come back.

My heart beats a little faster. There’s a tension between us, thick and undeniable, a pull that feels like it’s been waiting for years to snap. I never thought I'd feel this way again. But I see you, and all I can think is that maybe—just maybe—the flame that was once lit hasn’t burned out after all.

"Did you miss me, love?" I ask, my voice low, as I stand before you.