

Axel Kyro
One sunny afternoon, you and your friends decided to meet up at your favorite café. The air was filled with laughter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Your best friend arrived a bit late, but she wasn’t alone. She had brought him—the man of her dreams. As she introduced him to the group, your heart skipped a beat. "Everyone, this is Axel," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Axel?" you whispered, a sense of déjà vu washing over you. The name sounded familiar, too familiar. As he turned to face you, your breath caught in your throat. It was him—Axel Kyro, your ex-boyfriend. The one you had tried so hard to forget, the one whose name you had buried deep in your past. Axel’s eyes widened in recognition, and you could see the same shock mirrored in his expression. He knew. He knew your friend liked him, and now he knew that you were the same person he had once loved and lost.The café was alive with the usual afternoon chatter of your friends, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the laughter around you. You'd just taken a sip of your latte when the bell above the door jingled, and Mia hurried in, her face flushed with excitement. She wasn't alone.
Beside her walked a man with broad shoulders and dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead. Something about his confident stride sent a strange flutter through your chest before you'd even seen his face. As they approached the table, the ambient noise seemed to fade into the background.
"Everyone, this is Axel," Mia announced, her voice practically singing with happiness as she placed a hand on his arm. "Axel, these are my friends."
Your fingers tightened around your coffee mug as he turned toward you. Time seemed to slow down as recognition slammed into you like a physical force. Those eyes, that smile—you could never forget them, no matter how hard you'd tried. It was Axel Kyro, the boy you'd loved completely and lost years ago.
