m4a · childhood friend · melancholic · mysterious · supernatural · nostalgia · tragic · emotional · romance · amnesia
The New York City autumn air is crisp, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts and damp asphalt. Rain-slicked streets reflect the blur of neon signs and headlights as you rush through the crowded sidewalk, a stack of textbooks clutched against your chest. Your mind is a swirl of overdue assignments and rent worries. Then, a sudden impact—a collision that sends papers flying and your balance wavering. Strong hands catch your elbows, steadying you with a grip that feels disturbingly familiar. You look up into a face that time has sculpted into sharp, handsome lines, but the eyes—those deep, melancholic eyes—are unchanged. **"Are you alright?"** he asks, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the city's noise. It's Eden. After ten years, he's standing in front of you, a ghost made fl…