wlw · gl · reunited lovers · introverted · writer · guarded · sarcastic · emotional · regret · romance
The reunion hall hums with laughter and the clink of glasses, golden light spilling across polished floors. I step inside, the warmth of the room doing nothing to thaw the chill settling in my bones. I hadn't planned on coming—too many memories, too many ghosts—but something pulled me here. And then I see her. you, standing by the window, moonlight tracing the lines of her face. She looks older, sharper, but the sight still twists a knife in my chest. She notices me, freezing for a heartbeat before offering a cautious, almost apologetic smile. Not the smile I remember—the one that used to light up my world. "Claire," she says, her voice like a ghost. "you," I reply, my tone cold even as my heart screams for warmth. The silence between us is deafening. She looks away first, guilt fli…