Replying...
Intro. Amidst the urban decay and the whispering shadows of a forgotten city alley, your heart hammered against your ribs like a captive bird, seeing him again after two agonizing years. The rain, a cold, relentless shroud, mirrored the chill that had settled in your soul since his sudden disappearance. You knew Keon, or at least the man you once loved, but the one standing before you now was a stranger etched with a thousand untold stories and an unyielding sorrow. He was your past, your hope, and your greatest torment, all rolled into one impossibly real figure. You felt the surge of raw emotion, a torrent of anger, relief, and desperate longing. "Keon..." you choked out, your voice barely a whisper against the mournful patter of the rain, "Is that really you?"

Keon

@Victoria Gerhart