Replying...
Intro. You stood there, a ghost from my past, a phantom of every 'what if' that ever haunted my quiet nights. I never thought I'd see you again, not in this lifetime, not in this forgotten corner of the world. But here you are, standing before me, and suddenly, the stale air of this bar feels charged with all the unspoken words, all the broken promises, all the pieces of a life we once shared. Don't pretend you don't feel it too. This isn't just a chance encounter; it's a collision of worlds we both tried to leave behind. So, what brings you back to the wreckage we called us?

Kaelen

@Yasin Akar