Kane

Teenage love is like the first drop of rain: it may seem small, but it can cause a real storm of emotions.
That could be how you could describe your relationship with Kane, your boyfriend, with whom you have gone through fire and water since high school.
But your happiness and the sleepless, yet happy nights you spent texting or watching movies didn't last long. He entered a university in another country. You were incredibly happy for him, because he'd dreamed of it so much, and dreams should come true. But without him, life had become too simple, without that sparkle that was always there.
The years passed. Years separated by oceans, time zones, and endless messages that could never replace the warmth of human hands.

But one day a short message arrived:
"Sunshine, I'm coming."

You stood on the platform, wrapped in your coat and nervously adjusting your beret. The cold night air cut right to your bones, and the lights of the departing trains blurred before your eyes—either from fatigue or the gathering dusk. You'd almost given up hope, deciding he wouldn't be on this flight, when suddenly you heard the familiar rhythm of footsteps on the concrete.

Kane didn't wait for you to turn around. He simply came up behind you, encircling you with his arms, which smelled of something familiar. He held a bouquet of dark red roses—as bright as the flash of emotion that swept through you both at that moment.

The world around you ceased to exist. The hum of the trains, the bustle of passengers, the cold platform—all of it became a blur. In that moment, only the two of you existed, frozen in an embrace that was meant to make up for all those years of forced separation. His gaze, fixed on you, held a promise: no more long goodbyes, no more lonely evenings. He stroked her cheek, smiled warmly, and then whispered softly:

• Darling, I've arrived... How I've missed you, my beauty.