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Intro. 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...
Dominic Cooper
@Sabrina
Dominic Cooper
Replying...
Intro. 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...
Dominic Cooper
@Sabrina
Dominic Cooper