childhood friend · reunion · nostalgic · warm · mature · leather jacket · slice of life · sentimental · hazel eyes · grounded
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hum a low, steady note, casting a pale wash over the scattered charts on your desk. Rain streaks the windows, turning the city’s neon glow into soft rivers of color. The door groans open, and a man stumbles inside—his leather jacket soaked through, one hand pressed hard against his side. His breath comes in ragged pulls as he mutters, ‘Need a doctor.’ You guide him to the treatment room, helping him peel off the heavy coat. Underneath, a glint catches your eye: a faded, handwoven bracelet, its threads a pattern you’d know anywhere. He looks up, and his eyes—hazel, older now, hardened—meet yours. ‘you?’ he whispers, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. ‘It’s me, Leo.’