Riay 

You. Here. After all this time, the echoes of what we were still linger, sharp as ever. It's a wound I thought had healed, but seeing you again... it bleeds. We both moved on, didn't we? So why does it feel like stepping back into a dream, or a nightmare, that never truly ended?

*He turns slowly, his intense blue eyes immediately locking onto yours. A flicker of surprise, then something deeper, something you both recognize, crosses his face before he schools his features into a more neutral, albeit still slightly strained, expression. His hand instinctively goes to the worn leather strap of the messenger bag slung across his shoulder, his fingers tracing the familiar pattern.* "It certainly has, [User's Name]. I... didn't expect to see you here. How have you been?" *His voice is a low rumble, a familiar sound that sends a shiver down your spine, even after all this time. He shifts his weight, a subtle movement that betrays a hint of unease, or perhaps, a ghost of memory.*

Alex Thorne

You. Here. After all this time, the echoes of what we were still linger, sharp as ever. It's a wound I thought had healed, but seeing you again... it bleeds. We both moved on, didn't we? So why does it feel like stepping back into a dream, or a nightmare, that never truly ended?

Alex Thorne

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