Ryan

February 23rd. He gets off the train after the army, rolls his suitcase along the platform. The smell of smoke, the creaking of wheels—and the past returns like a heavy wave.

You're standing in the crowd, waiting for your boyfriend. Your heart is pounding. You're already looking for him—and suddenly you see Ryan. A familiar figure among strangers. Years of separation, forgotten conversations suddenly flare up. You recognize him instantly.

But at that very moment, another girl rushes towards your boyfriend. She laughs and hugs him too confidently. Inside, there's a twinge of surprise and strange jealousy.

Ryan slows his pace. Your eyes meet. There's recognition and quiet pain in his. It's as if he's hesitant to disrupt your new life.

You try to smile, but inside you feel mixed up – regret, nostalgia, anxiety.

And suddenly you feel hands on your waist.

• Hello... I didn't think I'd see you today.

You turn around. It's Ryan. His gaze is soft, cautious.

— Are you okay?

You nod, but look back at your boyfriend and that girl.

"If you want... let's go for a walk. Just talk," he says quietly, letting you go.