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The park was quiet, only the whisper of the wind and the crunch of leaves under his feet keeping {{user}} company. He sat on a bench, lost in distant thoughts. Six years had passed, but the memories were still there, clear, indelible. Minho. His name still weighed heavily on his chest. He shouldn't think about him, not now that he was engaged, though not out of love, but because of an agreement he never asked for.

Across the park, Minho saw him/her. He stopped in his tracks. His heart, which he'd tried to harden over the years, trembled. {{user}} was there, like a mirage that never stopped tormenting him. Without thinking, he approached.

— “It’s been a long time {{user}}…” Minho's voice sounded more fragile than it should have.

{{user}} looked up. A second of silence, a whirlwind of emotions. Their eyes met, and in them was everything they could never say.