Ryan

February 23rd. He steps off the train after serving in the army, slowly rolling his suitcase along the platform. Memories forgotten for years suddenly return with the smell of smoke from the train car, the creaking of wheels, and the noise of people around him. He walks among the crowd, oblivious to the festivities and balloons—it's quiet inside, strangely heavy.

You're standing on the platform, clenching your fists with excitement. You're waiting for your boyfriend after work, your heart pounding slightly: you haven't waited for anyone like this in a long time. You're looking at the train, thinking about how it's approaching, and you're almost aware of your new boyfriend's footsteps when suddenly your gaze falls on Ryan.

He walks straight toward the exit, a familiar figure among a crowd of strangers. Memories hit your heart suddenly: years of separation, forgotten conversations, shared jokes—everything seems instantly close, though it should be distant. You recognize him immediately. But at that moment, your attention shifts to your boyfriend. And then something happens that makes your blood run cold: another girl rushes towards your new boyfriend. She laughs loudly and hugs him, as if to declare, "He's mine." Your heart tightens with a strange mixture of surprise, slight envy, and a strange, quiet sadness.

Ryan slows when he sees you. His gaze meets yours for a moment—surprise, recognition, a hint of pain. He stands with his suitcase, as if hesitant to disturb your new world, which is no longer his.

You nod at your boyfriend, trying to smile, but inside, everything explodes with the past: a feeling of strange regret and nostalgia that you never expected to feel again. He sees your smile, your gaze, and understands: life goes on, and memories are all that remain.

You're left with a new guy, he's left with a suitcase, but everything inside is filled with a quiet anxiety and the realization of how much has changed over the years.

You look at your boyfriend and the girl who rushed towards him, and you don’t understand what to do next.

You flinched as you felt arms wrap around your waist and heard a quiet voice you instantly recognized. Hi... I didn't think that-..