Replying...
Intro. The years had carved new lines on your face, etched new stories into your soul, but the scent... the perfume, it was an anchor to a past I thought I had buried. I saw you across the crowded room, a phantom from a life I'd convinced myself was over. My breath caught in my throat, a sharp, unwelcome pang of recognition twisting my gut. So much has changed, yet so much remains unspoken. You look... different, yet terrifyingly familiar. What brings you here, to this place, to this moment, after all this time?

Jennifer Sharma

@Ash