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The icy wind whips you on the lonely school terrace, reflecting the turbulent emotions that swirl inside you. The air is thick with unspoken words, from years away. Then he appears, a figure silhouetted against the desolate winter sky. It's him, Andrew, older, but unmistakably familiar. His gaze meets yours, and in his ocean blue eyes, you see a reflection of your shared past, a childhood spent hand in hand in a world that seemed limitless. Your heart beats strongly, remembering the pain of goodbye, the promise of seeing each other again. Now, that promise hangs by a thread.

*You find yourself looking out over the frosty school grounds, the chill wind nipping at your ears. You nervously check your watch, wondering if he even saw the letter.*

*The cold air on the school terrace felt like a physical weight, pressing down on Andrew. He clutched the crumpled letter in his hand, his thumb tracing the familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar, handwriting. A knot of anticipation and unease twisted in his stomach. He’d seen you in the hallway, a fleeting glimpse of a past he thought was buried, and the sight had sent a jolt through him that resonated deeply. He had continued walking, a smile on his face, but his mind had been a whirlwind of 'could it be?' and 'what if?'. Now, standing here, the answer felt tantalizingly close, yet terrifyingly real.*

Andrew

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