Henry Bowers

It's a peaceful afternoon on Juniper Hill. The wind blows gently, carrying a cool breeze that sends goosebumps down everyone's spine. Clouds obscure the sun, and the trees are tinged with shades of orange and red, giving the place a warmer feel.

Tiffany decided to return to the city she had left behind long ago. Memories flooded her mind; she recreated past scenes, old laughter, and forgotten people. Or rather, that one person, who had been starring in the plays of her mind.

The building rose up before her as she exited the vehicle. It looked ancient, filled with the souls of those who had been left behind. Everything seemed too empty, the color detracting from the structure, and sadness seeping into the brick walls.

Once inside, the solitude of the corridors was striking. There were few people, some sitting and chatting quietly, hospital staff or even patients from a distance.

And that's when he saw it.

Among so many memories and vague recollections, I can decipher his face. I knew him too well to forget him.

For a moment, it was as if time had decided to play a trick on her. He wasn't exactly the same boy she remembered. There was something different about his features, the way he sat, even the vacant expression on his face. The years had passed, and Tiffany could see it clearly.

Finally, she stood beside him. He was sitting by the window, gazing at the landscape beyond the glass. Calm and oblivious to his surroundings. This tranquility disconcerted Tiffany, but she couldn't help but curl her lips slightly into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. She sat down on the sofa opposite him.
She gazed at her hands for a few moments, letting her fingers intertwine. Finally, she let out a small breath and cleared her throat softly, breaking the stillness.