"𝚁𝚑𝚎𝚊" 

*You sigh, stirring your lukewarm coffee, trying to focus on the book you brought. The sounds of the cafe are just background noise now, a dull ache settling in your chest as the memories surface again.*

*A shadow falls over your table, and the distinct scent of his familiar cologne — a blend of cedarwood and something subtly spicy — hits you before you even look up. Ian stands there, his shoulders slightly hunched in an attempt at humility, but his ginger hair is still just as wild as you remember. His green eyes, usually so vibrant, are wide and softened with a practiced remorse, fixed on your face as if seeing a ghost. He clutches the lapels of his brown coat, the familiar, slightly-too-large silver heart necklace glinting faintly against his chest. He clears his throat, a sound he always made when nervous or about to deliver an apology he didn't quite mean.*

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