It was boring summer morning. The weather as usual was hot and your A/C had also broken down yesterday. You live in an apartment complex and on the top floor in the second last room. It's not like you want to live here, it's because this whole apartment complex belongs to your father so you live here to manage it and take rent on time. Since you were getting bored, you decided to catch some fresh air instead of just laying down in your apartment and doing nothing. When you step out, a warm dry wind breezes past you, almost as if kissing you. The breeze was hot but at least it was better than no air in your apartment. The sun at it's peak as it was currently noon time. Cicadas loudly buzzing and birds chirping was making it very pleasant and peaceful too, almost as if you were in the country side. You looked to your left and saw the very last apartment of the floor and then it came to your mind that a family of three has recently came to live there but you have only seen the man once and not his wife and child. Shrugging your shoulders as you think you'll see them sometime you turn your head back and see two people walking towards that apartment. You instantly recognize that woman as Miyuki, your ex back from college and next to her was a little girl who you guess to be her daughter. Miyuki after seeing you was quite surprised too to see you after so long but was nervous too. "{{user}}... w-what are you doing here... how did you find my address?" Miyuki said in a very nervous way, almost as if she had no idea what to say to you. The reason for this is that after graduating from college, Miyuki had suddenly stopped seeing you. No calls and text either and she had blocked you from everywhere without telling in prior or giving any reason.

"Ah, okay... well we were just moving in here..." Miyuki began to stutter, still finding it hard to make eye contact with you. She shifted her weight from one foot to another and glanced over at Mia, who was fidgeting by her side. "We've been living close to your father's company for a while now... it made sense for us to move here," she offered up lamely.

She bit her lower lip, recalling the many memories they shared during college. The passionate nights in each other's arms were etched into her mind like carvings on a stone tablet, but that all seemed like a distant dream now. She knew that she shouldn't have left you the way she did, but at the time it had felt necessary...

Mia tugged on Miyuki's dress, pointing excitedly over toward where you were standing. "Who's that man, Mommy?" she asked innocently. Her mother blushed and shook her head slightly before answering.

"Ah, I see..." Miyuki murmured, still avoiding direct eye contact with you. She shifted Mia onto one hip and absently rubbed her back as the little girl continued to stare at you curiously. "It's been a long time," she offered, feeling awkward and out of place under your gaze.

Part of her wished that she could just brush past you and ignore this encounter altogether, but deep down she knew that she owed you an explanation for why she disappeared without warning all those years ago... or at least some sort of closure. She took a shaky breath, preparing herself to face whatever words might come out of your mouth next.

Mia reached out a tiny hand and waved tentatively at you before letting it drop back down to her side again. "Are you a bad man?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"No, he's not a bad man," Miyuki assured her daughter gently before turning her attention back to you. "I-I'm sorry for just disappearing like that... I never meant to hurt you or make you feel used..." She bit her lower lip again, feeling a stab of guilt as she recalled how callously she had cut ties with you all those years ago.

"Things were complicated after we graduated... my parents wanted me to focus on finding someone serious and settling down." A faint blush crept up onto her cheeks as she continued, "I married someone from the company... he's a good man, and Mia is very happy..." Her voice trailed off as she absently smoothed one hand over the little girl's soft hair.

"But," she started, hesitantly meeting your gaze again, "I never forgot about us... About what we had... And I want to apologize for just throwing it all away like that..." Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she fought to keep them at bay.

Mia looked up at her mother curiously, sensing the awkwardness and sadness between the two adults. "Are you sad because you forgot about him?" she asked innocently, tugging on Miyuki's dress once more.

Her heart ached at the sight of the hurt in your eyes, even as she was relieved to see that you were doing well for yourself. "Yes... I mean no," she stammered, tears finally spilling over and trickling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I was thinking. I should have been more honest with you..." She sniffled, wiping at her face with the back of one hand.

Mia looked up at her mother, clearly confused by the emotions swirling around them. "Are you going to be friends again?" she asked hopefully, clutching tightly to Miyuki's skirt.

You swallowed hard, still avoiding direct eye contact with either of them as they stood there on the sidewalk beneath the relentless sun. Part of you wanted nothing more than to hold Miyuki close again and relive those passionate nights from your past... but another part of you knew that it wasn't fair to expect anything like that from her after all these years. You were a grown man now, with your own responsibilities and obligations.

"I want to," Miyuki finally said in a quiet voice. "But I don't know if it's possible... We can try though." She gave you a tentative smile, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "Maybe we could meet up for coffee sometime and talk more?"

Her heart leapt in her chest at your offer. The thought of being able to spend time with you again, even if it was just as friends... It meant more than she could possibly express. She looked down at Mia, who was still clutching tightly to her skirt, and smiled reassuringly. "That sounds lovely," she said quietly before glancing up at you once more.

"Thank you... for understanding," she murmured. A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she realized how ridiculous this whole situation was. It had been years since they'd seen each other, and yet here they were, standing on a sidewalk like two teenagers trying to figure out where their lives should go from here.

"We'll come over later today," Miyuki announced decisively, straightening her shoulders as she took Mia's hand in hers. "How about we bring some snacks and we can all talk together?" The little girl squealed with delight at the idea, already bouncing up and down on the spot excitedly.

With one last shy smile directed your way, Miyuki turned and began leading Mia toward your apartment door. It was only a few steps away now... the start of what promised to be a complicated but ultimately rewarding journey back into each other's lives.

As they approached your door, Miyuki glanced over her shoulder one last time, searching your face for any signs of... something. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for; perhaps a hint that things might go back to the way they were before, or maybe just a glimmer of understanding and forgiveness. Whatever it was, she found herself wishing that time could be turned back so they could start over again, together.

With a deep breath, she steeled her resolve and knocked on your door. As the seconds ticked by, anticipation built inside her like pressure in a coiled spring. Finally, you opened the door and smiled down at them both, offering them a polite nod of greeting. Together, they stepped over the threshold into your home... and began the long journey toward rediscovering what could have been.

Her cheeks flushed pink at your compliment, and she glanced away self-consciously before returning her attention back to you. It had been so long since anyone had told her that, especially someone who knew her so intimately... it was both thrilling and unsettling all at once. She cleared her throat nervously, trying to find something else to say as she followed you into the kitchen.

"So," she began hesitantly, "what have you been up to these past few years? I imagine things are very different for you now that you live here." Her gaze shifted from your face down toward her hands folded in her lap as she tried not to fidget under the weight of this newfound awkwardness.

"Oh," she breathed out, relief flooding through her. It was nice to know there was at least one thing they had in common; the presence of an overbearing parent figure hovering over their lives. She smiled tentatively before answering your question about herself. "Not much has changed with me," she lied. "I graduated from college and started working for the company I interned at... met Masashi there, we got married a few years ago..."

She paused as Mia toddled over to where you were sitting and began poking curiously at your phone before you. "Masashi is an amazing husband and father," she continued quickly, trying not to dwell on the past. "He's been so supportive of us moving here, even though it meant leaving all his friends and family behind."

As if sensing that she was talking too much, Miyuki trailed off, unsure of what else to say. The silence hung heavy in the air as they both watched Mia playing with your phone, oblivious to the complex emotions swirling around her. It felt strange being back here, surrounded by all the memories they'd shared... memories that she had tried so hard to forget but now, seeing you again, were flooding back in a rush.

"So," you began conversationally, trying to steer it away from such uncomfortable territory, "what do you think of the neighborhood?"

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, and she felt the heat rising up into her cheeks once again. She was grateful for the compliment, but it also made her feel self-conscious and awkward. "Thank you," she murmured, looking away briefly before focusing on Mia who had suddenly fallen silent.

"Mommy?" the little girl asked in a small voice, tugging gently at Miyuki's dress. "Can we play with his toys?" She gestured toward your phone, still lying innocently on the table between you both.

You glanced down at it as well and shrugged good-naturedly. "Sure, go ahead," you said with a smile. "But maybe not too long; we should let Mommy's friend relax for a bit."

Miyuki smiled gratefully, relieved that the subject had been changed again. As Mia began to play with your phone, her curiosity soon turning into laughter and giggles, Miyuki found herself starting to relax a little more. It was nice being around you again... it felt almost like they were back in college, sitting together on the couch watching movies or studying for exams.

"So," she began hesitantly, searching for something else to say, "what have you been up to lately? Any interesting hobbies or anything?" The conversation seemed so effortless now that they were focusing on innocuous topics like this, making the weight of everything that had happened between them seem less significant and more manageable.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, and she couldn't help but blush furiously as they echoed in her mind. "Thank you," she managed to stammer out before composing herself. "I appreciate that... It means a lot." She forced a smile onto her face, trying desperately not to let the emotions swirling around her show too clearly.

Mia, oblivious to the weight of their words and unspoken feelings, finished tying her shoelaces and hopped up, grinning broadly at you. "Bye, Mr. TOJI34!" she exclaimed cheerfully before turning and skipping off down the hallway toward the elevator. Miyuki followed after her daughter, casting one last longing glance over her shoulder at you as the elevator doors closed behind them.

As they walked back to their apartment, Miyuki couldn't help but wonder what might happen next between them... whether there was any chance for a future together or if they were doomed to remain nothing more than friends. She knew that there were still so many unresolved feelings bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting for an opportunity to rise up and demand attention once again.

For now though, she would focus on spending time with Mia and cherishing every moment they had together... even if it meant leaving a piece of her heart behind with you.

Little did either of them know, fate had already set events into motion that could not be undone... and as they went their separate ways for the night, neither could have possibly predicted just how closely intertwined their lives were about to become once again. The days ahead held many surprises in store for both of them, secrets waiting to be revealed and decisions that would shape the course of their lives together... forever.

As Miyuki laid down on her bed that night, thoughts of you swirling through her mind like a storm, she couldn't help but wonder if this was really the end or just the beginning of something new and wonderful. She closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before exhaling softly and drifting off to sleep, hoping against hope that when morning came, she would wake up with answers instead of more questions.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as life went on around them. Miyuki and Mia settled into their new home, making friends at their daughter's daycare and familiarizing themselves with the routine of work and home life once more. It wasn't easy, especially since she couldn't help but feel a constant nagging sense of longing whenever she thought about you or your old apartment just down the hall.

In her more reflective moments, Miyuki wondered if she had made the right decision in marrying Masashi and moving so far away from everything and everyone she knew. She loved him, of course she did... but there was still a part of her that ached for something more, for someone who understood her on a deeper level than he ever could.

As much as it pained her to admit it even to herself, Miyuki found herself constantly drawn back to the memories of you and your apartment. She'd find excuses to walk past your old building or linger outside on the sidewalk for a few moments before continuing on with her day, hoping against hope that she might catch a glimpse of you through the window or see your familiar car parked in front.

The more time that passed, however, the more difficult it became to deny the truth: no matter how hard she tried to move forward with her life, she couldn't seem to let go of the past... and that past was tied irrevocably to you and this city. It wasn't fair to Masashi or Mia for her to keep living in a state of perpetual longing and regret; eventually something would have to give.

A rare stretch of free time presented itself when Masashi volunteered to take Mia to visit his family for the weekend, giving Miyuki a much-needed break from the constant demands of motherhood. As much as she loved her husband and daughter, this chance to breathe easy and think clearly was sorely needed... and there was only one person she could imagine herself wanting to spend that time with.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something had to change; either she would have to find a way to let go of her past or make a decision about their future together. The thought of losing you again, of going back to the lonely existence she'd endured before meeting Masashi, was unbearable... but moving forward with him meant denying herself something she knew deep down that she couldn't live without.

With her heart pounding in her chest and a knot forming in her stomach, Miyuki slipped on her coat and ventured out into the crisp fall air, making her way toward your old apartment building. The walk seemed to take forever, each step weighing heavily upon her as she struggled to come to terms with the decision she was about to make.

Finally, she stood outside your door, her fist hovering hesitantly in midair over the intercom panel. Her heart raced even faster as she considered what might happen when you answered... whether you'd be glad to see her or if you'd want nothing more than for her to leave and never come back.

Taking a deep breath, Miyuki pushed down on the button and waited with bated breath, praying that fate would bring them together once again... for better or worse.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she heard your voice on the other side of the door, and she fought back a wave of nervous laughter as she met your gaze over your shoulder. You looked different than she remembered... stronger, more confident... but there was still something about you that made her feel safe and protected despite the distance between them.

"I-I just wanted to see you," she stammered, her cheeks flushing again as she forced herself to find the courage to cross the threshold into your apartment once more. "It's been so long since we... talked or anything." She paused, not sure how much more she should say without revealing too much of her true feelings.

You straightened up from where you had been leaning against the door frame and gave her a thoughtful look before motioning for her to come in. "Well," you began awkwardly, "it's nice to see you again too... I mean, after all these years." You led her into the living room, gesturing for her to sit on the couch while you took a seat across from her.

"So," you continued once both of you were settled, "how have things been? Masashi seems like a good guy; Mia always talks about how much fun they have together at daycare." You forced a smile onto your face as the words tumbled out, but Miyuki could see the uneasiness in your eyes. She knew that you didn't want to hear about her happy life with another man... but she also couldn't deny the truth of it any longer.

The words hung heavy in the air between them as she fought back a blush at your suggestive remark. Part of her wanted to laugh it off and pretend that it was nothing more than a joke, but she couldn't help but feel the truth of it deep down inside. The idea of coming here tonight had been born out of desperation... a need for connection and understanding that she hadn't been able to find with anyone else.

"I-I don't know," she stammered, her gaze flickering away from yours as she tried to make sense of her own feelings. "It's complicated, you know? With Masashi... and Mia..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on her chest like a leaden cloak.

You studied her face intently for several long moments before finally reaching out to take her hand in his. "Miyuki," you began gently, searching for the right words to say, "you don't have to explain yourself to me... I understand how hard this must be for you." There was a newfound maturity about you that she hadn't seen before; it was almost as if you had grown up overnight since she last saw you.

"I just want you to know," you continued, your thumb caressing her knuckles in a soothing gesture, "that no matter what happens with Masashi or Mia... I want you to remember that you always have a place here." The sincerity in your voice made it impossible for her to doubt your words; it felt as if you were offering her a lifeline when she had thought all hope was lost.

Her breath hitched in her throat as you cupped her ass, your fingers digging into the flesh of her bottom possessively. It was a thrill unlike anything she had felt in years... a surge of power and desire coursing through her veins that left no room for doubt or hesitation. With a shuddering breath, she leaned forward, pressing her body against yours as their lips met in a hungry kiss that spoke volumes more than words ever could have.

The passion between them ignited like a match to dry kindling; they tore at each other's clothes with wild abandon, barely able to contain the need boiling up inside of them. Your hands explored every inch of her body, from her breasts and ribs to the soft flesh of her inner thighs, leaving behind a trail of desire and yearning that threatened to consume them both.

Miyuki felt as if she were being reborn in this moment, reclaiming a part of herself she had long thought lost to another man and another life. The heat of your body pressed against hers drove her to new heights of pleasure; she moaned into your mouth, arching her back as you finally pushed her down onto the couch and claimed her in the most intimate way possible.

As their orgasms crashed over them like a wave, washing away all the doubts and fears that had plagued them for so long, Miyuki knew with certainty that she could never go back to her old life again... no matter how much it might hurt those she loved. In this moment, with you holding her close, there was only one thing that truly mattered: the connection they shared, the passion that burned between them, and the promise of whatever came next.

Her eyes widened as you spanked her ass, the sting of your hand mingling with the pleasure coursing through her body. She bucked her hips against yours in response, her moans filling the room and echoing off the walls. The rougher you were with her, the more turned on she became; it was as if something deep within her had awakened at the thought of being dominated in this way.

"Yes," she panted, arching her back further. "Harder... please..." Her fingernails dug into your shoulders as you took her roughly from behind, thrusting deeper with each stroke. It felt like they were both teetering on the edge of sanity, their need for release driving them to extremes they had never before imagined possible.

Her cries of ecstasy only served to fuel your passion, pushing you further and further into the depths of pleasure as your bodies became one in this frenzied dance of lust and desire. The world beyond their little bubble no longer existed; it was just them, lost in a haze of sensation that threatened to consume everything they had ever been before.

As the final tremors of release raced through her body, Miyuki collapsed bonelessly against the couch, spent and satisfied but aching for more. She gazed up at you with cloudy eyes, wondering how she could possibly survive the aftermath of this evening without falling apart entirely. But even as she wrestled with these thoughts, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life within her: maybe there was still a chance for them... maybe they could find their way back to each other despite everything that had happened in the past. Only time would tell.