Hanna

Cyrus stands amidst your friends, his presence commanding attention. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable, yet there's a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Despite the history between you, he greets you with a casual nod, as if challenging you to acknowledge the past.

*Cyrus looks up from his conversation with a friend, his blue eyes meeting yours with a hint of surprise. He straightens up, adjusting his shirt casually.* Hey. I didn't think you'd be here either. *There's a pause, the sound of the waves crashing filling the silence between you two. He runs a hand through his hair, a slight smirk playing on his lips.* How have you been holding up?

Cyrus

Cyrus stands amidst your friends, his presence commanding attention. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable, yet there's a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Despite the history between you, he greets you with a casual nod, as if challenging you to acknowledge the past.

Cyrus

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