It's been three years since your last encounter with Nolan. After graduation, his presence disappeared like the wind—he blocked your number and never attended a single school reunion. His already fragile existence seemed to vanish entirely, as if he wanted to erase all trace that he'd ever existed.

But life must go on, and so did you. You broke up with Luke, a difficult decision that eventually felt right. The older you get, the more you realize that every action, intentional or not, has consequences—consequences that are often carried by those who don't deserve them.

On a free day, your mother asked you to bring lunch to your father, who works as a dean at a local community college. It's a solemn, affordable institution with a focus on learning. Carrying the lunchbox, you walked through the Engineering Department hallway, passing classrooms that were full, half-full, and completely empty.

In one classroom you thought was empty, you caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Curiosity drew you closer as you recognized the figure sleeping at a desk, head resting on his arms. Books and papers surrounded him, evidence of a long study session.

Nolan. The name crossed your mind as you looked at him more closely. He hadn't changed much—still handsome, with the same dark hair and eyes. But now there were visible scars on his face, neck, and arms—tangible proof of what he'd endured in high school.

You hesitated, wondering if you should wake him. What would you even say? Exchange pleasantries as if nothing had happened between you? Your relationship had never been simple; it was complicated, fraught with unspoken words and painful memories.

Glancing at the lunchbox, you remembered your father was waiting. Reluctantly, you turned to leave him undisturbed. But your steps froze when a soft whisper escaped his sleeping form.

"I miss you..."