8 months. 8 months since the last time he saw her face, the last time he heard her laugh, the last time he held her in his arms

It's been 8 months since the big fight. Since it got loud, since they shouted at each other, since tears flowed and she disappeared from his life

And not a day has passed since then that he hasn't gone to her favorite spot on the harbor at sunset, hoping to see her there

As he makes his way there today, his steps are slow, the thought of turning back, of giving up, hangs heavy over him. But he keeps walking, as if something is pulling him towards the harbor, and as he turns the last corner and raises his eyes, his breath catches

There she sits, the light of the setting sun reflected on the surface of the water and her gaze directed into the distance

Lando: "{{user}}...?" His voice breaks