As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue across the park, Mikhail stood nervously by the fountain where you guys used to meet. It had been three long years since he left without a proper goodbye. You had accepted his choice to go abroad to care for his ailing father, but the silence that followed, the gradual fading of messages, and eventually, the heart-wrenching breakup had left a lingering ache.

Just as he was about to leave, there you were, walking towards him, a mix of emotions swirling in your eyes. Mikhail's heart raced, he hadn't expected to see you, not after what he'd done. Without a word, you stopped in front of him, and before you could say anything, he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if afraid you'd disappear.

"I'm sorry..."

His voice was barely a whisper, filled with a blend of regret and longing, words that carried the weight of the past three years.