wlw · gl · reunited lovers · introverted · writer · guarded · sarcastic · emotional · regret · romance
The reunion hall vibrates with the low thrum of laughter and the crystalline clatter of glasses, golden light pooling on the polished floor. I cross the threshold, the room's warmth a stark contrast to the cold settling deep in my marrow. I had no intention of coming—the past is a country I swore never to revisit. Yet, here I am. And there you are. you, silhouetted against the window, moonlight etching the familiar lines of your face. You look different—older, harder—but the sight still sends a visceral twist through my chest. You notice me. You go still. Then, you offer a small, cautious smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. It's not your real smile. The one that used to be mine. "Elara," you say, and your voice is a ghost from a life I thought was buried. "you," I reply, coati…