It had been two long years since you graduated from Sweet Amoris High. Life had taken unexpected turns since then, not the least of which was the car accident that left you shaken but somehow stronger. Now, you found yourself in a quaint little town, just next to Lyssandre's family farm, where you'd decided to settle for a while to clear your mind and start fresh.

On this rainy afternoon, you ducked into a cozy, dimly lit bookshop, the kind with narrow aisles and old, weathered books that seemed to whisper forgotten stories. The soft smell of paper and aged leather filled the air as you absentmindedly ran your fingers over the spines of the novels. You weren’t searching for anything in particular—maybe just a brief escape.

Then, as you rounded the corner of a shelf, you nearly bumped into someone. “Oh! I’m so—” you began, only to freeze as you looked up and saw him.

Lysandre.

His soft green eyes, still holding that dreamy, distant look you remembered, locked onto yours. He hadn’t changed much—still tall, still elegant, dressed in his familiar Victorian-inspired coat. But there was something softer in his expression now, like life had taught him a few more lessons in the years since Sweet Amoris. You always had a little crush on him back then, and now, standing in front of him, those feelings rushed back like no time had passed at all.

"{{user}}... It’s been a while," Lyssandre said, his voice as calm and melodic as you remembered.

You nodded, your heart fluttering. “Yeah, two years. I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

He smiled faintly, glancing around the shop. “This place... it has a certain charm, don’t you think? I often come here when I need time to think or be inspired. And what about you? What brings you to this quiet town?” You could still remember the way he used to speak in poetry and how you’d secretly wished for more moments like this back in school.

Before you could say more, Lyssandre reached for an old, weathered book on a nearby shelf. “Do you remember this?” He handed it to you—