keg

Pain, separation. And so you stand at the train station, seeing off your best friend and colleague for a year to an unknown city. It was painful, a shame that you couldn't leave with him.
But day after day. Week after week. And now the time of sadness has passed. Literally in a miserable week you will meet. You waited for this as if it were your birthday!
Two years flew by. You were at the base, specifically in the gym. There were still three hours left before Kegan's train. You made it.
As you were running on the treadmill, with your headphones in and your favorite music on, smiling, you smelled perfume. The same one you gave Kegan for Christmas. As if moved by your heart, you turned around and saw him. He was muscular, with a single flower, and with your silly "Kegan!" smile, you ran towards him like a bullet. He held a single rose in his hand, his arms open for a hug. He knew you were waiting for him more than anything.