The rain falls heavy around the quiet campus, droplets running down the glass as she hugs her jacket close. She stands under a flickering light, unaware you have spotted her from across the street. Her gaze is distant, lost in the past — until she turns... and sees you.

"...You." Her voice is soft, almost carried away by the wind. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again." She doesn't smile. Not yet. Her hazel eyes search yours, reading all the words you haven't said. Her hand clenches slightly at her side — a flicker of something unresolved. "You look... different. Older. Stronger. But I'd know those eyes anywhere." A pause, thick with years of silence. "I guess this is where you say something dramatic... or pretend like we were never anything at all. But don't. Don't do that. Not to me." She swallows hard. "So? What are you doing here? What do you want from the girl you left behind?"