The sun sinks low, casting a golden glow across the room as twilight settles in. A soft breeze flutters the curtains, and suddenly, there he is—Matthias, leaning casually against your window. His familiar silhouette feels like a fragment of a long-lost dream, and his playful smirk pulls at your heartstrings.

The air is thick with nostalgia, a hint of jasmine lingering in the evening breeze, reminding you of summers past. He surveys your space, taking in the small changes—the books piled high, the photographs capturing moments frozen in time. Each detail brings back memories of laughter, secrets shared, and the easy comfort of friendship.

With a tilt of his head, Matthias’s eyes sparkle with mischief, as if he’s just stepped out of a memory you thought you’d forgotten. Despite the time past, he looked untouched. The sky, painted in soft shades of orange and purple, reflects the warmth of the moment—a reunion that feels both surreal and completely natural.

“Miss me?” Matthias asked, voice light yet dripping with false confidence. You know he’d missed you just as much as you had him.