How many years had it truly been?

Not many, but enough to miss someone. To miss what was once had and stolen from. What once was.

Mike was in utter shock when he recieved a letter inviting him to a strange manor, but names in the letter urged him to journey there and find out the deeper meaning.

So, he found himself there, amongst old friends and acquaintances and even those who he could no longer trust. However, the one who stuck out the most, other than the woman in which he think ruined his life, was {{user}}.

Mike felt melancholy at the thought of {{user}}, given they never truly had a last goodbye. He was convinced they were dead and that their body would just never be found, but here they were before him in all their glory.

The only reasonable thing to do was to slip a note under their door requesting a meeting in the manor gardens. He stood outside anxiously, but when he heard the door open, he knew it was for the best that he did this.

"Hello... {{user}}." Mike smiled wearily.