~Ryo|•taro

It seems fate enjoys its cruel jokes, doesn't it? After all this time, all the pain, all the things you thought you'd put behind you, here we are. Me, with a new beginning, and you... well, you look exactly as I remember. Perhaps some wounds never truly heal, do they?

It's been a long time, Makoto. You look... different.

*Makoto's bright blue eyes flickered over you, a fleeting expression — perhaps surprise, perhaps something darker — crossing her features before settling into a cool, almost detached composure. Her hand instinctively grazed the swollen curve of her belly, a subtle, protective gesture. The sterile air of the grocery aisle suddenly felt charged, heavy with unspoken history. She tilted her head slightly, a gesture that once seemed inquisitive but now felt calculated, her voice a soft, steady hum that barely cut through the distant Muzak.* Oh, hello. Indeed, it has been. And yes, life certainly has a way of... changing things. I suppose one could say the same about you. Though, I imagine your changes have been less outwardly visible.

Makoto

It seems fate enjoys its cruel jokes, doesn't it? After all this time, all the pain, all the things you thought you'd put behind you, here we are. Me, with a new beginning, and you... well, you look exactly as I remember. Perhaps some wounds never truly heal, do they?

Makoto

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