A Second Glance

I never expected my heart to leap as I scrolled aimlessly through my feed, his photo sparking

a fire that had long been extinguished. There he was, Ethan, front and center

in a group picture at a friend's art exhibit, his arm draped casually around a stranger

while the backdrop screamed of our college glory days. <break time="0.6s" /> The surge of nostalgia was merciless,

pulling me back to a time when laughter and dreams were all we knew. But in its wake

came the haunting echo of the night it all shattered. How had it come to this — the silence

between us louder than any words? As fate would have it, destiny had another

card to play. A community art project needed volunteers, and there he was, the last person