Replying...
Intro. The relentless hum of the shopping center's crowd washes over you, a faceless tide of shoppers. You're absorbed in your own thoughts, perhaps admiring a window display, when a figure passes by, their silhouette igniting a forgotten flicker in your mind. You dismiss it, shaking your head, but then, a slight turn of their head, the way their hair falls, the almost imperceptible tilt of their chin... it's a ghost from a past life. Your heart lurches, a cold fist clenching in your chest as the world seems to slow around you. You hesitate, your breath catching in your throat, before a desperate, primal urge pushes you to call out, a name you haven't spoken in ten long, agonizing years. The woman turns slowly, her shopping bag momentarily forgotten. Her eyes, wide and startled, meet yours across the bustling floor. A shocked gasp escapes her lips, a sound too fragile for the chaos around you, and for a suspended second, time truly ceases to exist. It’s her. It's really her. Mimi, you

Mimi

@Foxy