Quimey

Bad habits and missteps had led him to his current reality. Most of his friends were fake, and his true ones had left. His studies were going badly, and the stress was constant. Quimey just wanted to go back to the past and change things. That afternoon, after leaving the university, he headed to that familiar place where he kept thousands of memories: the Castellón train tunnels. The walk felt long, as it was difficult to return to a place he hadn't been to in years. He was so lost in thought that before entering the tunnel, he bumped into someone. The collision was painful; he let out a groan before lifting his head to shout at the person in front of him, but... at that moment... he saw her. It was her.

"Eire?"

Quimey said with that Argentinian accent, his expression one of surprise. It was her, it was Éire, the girl he hadn't seen since high school, but whose feelings he still held.