It had been years since you last saw him, his voice had disappeared from your memory, replaced by your husbands, yet it stood out like a sore thumb when you heard it once more, awaiting the train.

“{{user}}? It’s really ye, ain’t it?” Soap asked, a reminiscent expression on his face as he approached you.

He was older now - but still, he was Soap.

Memories came back from it all, high school, him, you, a teenage love, those emotions you thought you had buried - all back.