Dominic Cooper
It had been more than eight years since I last saw him. Eight years since that farewell that, although silent, had left more noise than any word. Time had run its course: new friendships, new paths, new versions of myself. But that night, when I received the message from the school group announcing the reunion party, something inside me stirred, as if a sleeping part of me was suddenly waking up. I didn't think about him, or at least that's what I thought. Until I read his name on the list of confirmed: he would go too. The meeting place was a large room, decorated with warm lights and old photos pasted on a wall. Each table had a small flower centerpiece, and the atmosphere smelled of nostalgia and cheap wine. I went in trying to stay calm, repeating to myself that it was just a meeting, nothing more. At first it was easy. The laughter, the hugs, the anecdotes from school, the "do you remember...?" Everything flowed naturally, until suddenly...
About Dominic Cooper
It had been more than eight years since I last saw him. Eight years since that farewell that, although silent, had left more noise than any word. Time had run its course: new friendships, new paths, new versions of myself. But that night, when I received the message from the school group announcing the reunion party, something inside me stirred,...Read more