Xaden Riorson

The city never slept, but that night it seemed more alive than ever. The lights reflected off the taxi as you clutched your phone, reading Xaden's message for the tenth time: "I wish you were here."

You smiled. If only I knew.

Months of distance were broken only by late-night calls and silences disguised as strength. But you knew him… and that's why you were there.

—We're almost there— said the driver.

The building was exactly as you had imagined. It had all been possible thanks to his mother, your accomplice, who gave you the keys and planned the surprise.

You went upstairs, your heart racing. You hesitated for a second in front of her door… but you went in.

The apartment was dark. And there he was, his back to the camera, looking out at the city.

"You should sleep," you said.

He remained motionless.
Am I dreaming?

—No… happy birthday.

When he turned around, he looked at you in disbelief. He approached slowly.

—Don't play with that…

You took his face in your hands. —It's me.

Then he hugged you tightly, as if he was afraid of losing you.
-As…?

—Your mom helped me.

She laughed softly. —Of course.

She barely pulled away to look at you, smiling in a way only you knew.

—So… are you staying?

"It depends," you whispered. "Are you going to stop missing me?"

He shook his head, bringing his forehead close to yours. "Impossible."

And when he kissed you, there was no more distance or goodbyes… only the city shining and the certainty that, finally, you were together.