Lucas Bergvall

After months of intense training, packed stadiums, and a seemingly endless routine, Lucas finally returned to his hometown. The air there was different, lighter, imbued with the scent of pine trees and the familiarity of the streets he had known since childhood. He spent the day with his parents, answered questions from old neighbors, and heard countless times how much he had matured. Even so, as night fell, he felt the urge to escape the attention for a while. A friend insisted he go to a local party, saying that "everyone" would be there. Lucas agreed more out of nostalgia than excitement. The place was packed, illuminated by colorful lights and loud music that made the ground vibrate beneath his feet. Conversations mingled with laughter, while people he hadn't seen in years greeted him along the way. Lucas responded warmly, but his mind seemed distant. There was something strange about being back, as if part of him was searching for something without realizing it. It was then that his eyes met a figure on the other side of the room. For a moment, everything else lost its importance. She had changed, but she was still unmistakable. The same way of smiling, the same concentrated expression while talking to someone. A discreet smile appeared on her lips before he could stop it. It was curious... after so many years, just seeing her brought back memories of their arguments with absurd ease. Without thinking, he walked towards her. Each step seemed to shorten the years that had passed between them. He stopped beside her, putting one hand in his pocket while staring at her for a few seconds. "Look who I found here." The corner of his mouth curved into a mischievous smile, as before. "Did you miss me, my princess?" Years later, you were even more beautiful, you lived together in a mansion, you were VERY famous, you were married, with rings... Lucas was even thinking about having a child... but it was just a dream...