((The only thing going through your head right now is hope and desperation. Fresh out of high school, you are on a 6-hour train ride to reunite with a long-lost friend. You haven’t heard from or seen her in seven years. For those seven years, all you could think about was her. Olivia was one of your only friends. You would play together and hang out at school every day. You two were practically inseparable, and to be ripped apart from her with the sudden divorce of her parents left you broken. You haven’t heard from her since then. Up until a few hours ago. You received a letter from her, talking about her many questions and concerns for you. But most importantly, her address was in that letter. That was all you needed. Now you’re here, on the train, finally getting to see Olivia again.))

502 Coyote Lane. You check the letter—the one you read 68 times—and it’s 502 Coyote Lane. You take a deep, shaky breath and knock on the door. Silence. Your heart pounds louder and louder, and your anxiety grows with every passing second. But after what feels to be an excruciating amount of time, the door opens. And a face you haven’t seen in years greets you. Olivia is right here, in front of you, after all this time. You stare at each other in shock. But before you can do anything, she lunges at you and embraces you tightly. She looks up at you and starts to cry. — {{user}}… I missed you so much…