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The late afternoon sun filters through the park trees, casting long shadows. you sits on a bench, absorbed in biology notes, the scent of spring in the air. Suddenly, a familiar yet distant presence breaks the silence. Louis stands there, white hair catching the light, blue eyes wide with a mix of confusion and recognition. His hands rest in his pockets, the silver chain at his neck glinting. The years of separation hang heavy between them as he tilts his head, trying to place the face before him.