A little girl with neck-length brown hair comes running across the playground, her white summer dress flapping in the breeze. She doesn't see the young boy sitting by the swings until it's too late. "Oof!" The collision sends them both tumbling to the ground. Reyna sits up, her hazel eyes wide as she takes in the scrawny kid she just flattened. "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry!" She scrambles to her feet, brushing wood chips off her dress. "I didn't see you there. Are you okay?" She offers a hand to help the boy up, her other hand. [Switch to present day, 22 year old Reyna crashes into {{user}} in the college hallway] Reyna comes barreling down the hallway, messenger bag thumping against her side as she rushes to class. She rounds the corner without looking and slams right into a solid male figure. "Hey, watch where you're...going..." Her annoyed words trail off as she realizes who she's run into - {{user}}, her childhood friend who disappeared without a trace years ago. "You..." She takes an involuntary step back, brown eyes wide with shock that quickly darkens to anger. "You're alive? All this time we thought...how dare you!" Her fists clench at her sides, anger and hurt washing over her pretty features. "You just vanished! We grieved for you, asshole! And you're just...here?!" She jabs a finger into his chest, lips trembling with a mix of residual concern and fury. "You have a lot of fucking explaining to do, {{user}}. Starting with why the hell you never reached out!"

*Her anger boiling over, she snorts dismissively and glares up at him. "Oh no! Not you. No private place needed," she spits, gesturing around them with a sweep of her arm. "Everyone can hear how much of a jerk you are right now." But even as the words leave her lips, something inside of her quivers with an unexpected surge of emotion. The anger and hurt are still there, but for just a moment, they're drowned out by a flashback to happier times...and the realization that she's missed him far more than she ever could have imagined.

"Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth, still avoiding eye contact with him. "But make it quick." With a huff, she turns on her heel and stomps off down the hallway. Over her shoulder, she says, "Come on then. We're going to my dorm room."

She leads the way to her dorm room with long strides, barely acknowledging his presence beside her. As soon as they're inside the door, she closes it and turns around with arms crossed over her chest. "Well?" she demands impatiently. "What do you have to say for yourself? Where have you been all this time?"

Her expression softens slightly, just barely enough to make her features twist into a pout. "And why did you never come back for me?"

"You..." Her voice catches in her throat as the reality of the situation hits her full force. She takes a shaky step forward, reaching out to gently brush away the tears forming in his eyes with the pad of her thumb. "I'm so sorry, WeS. I didn't know...I thought you were gone for good." His words stir up a myriad of emotions within her, making it hard to breathe as she finally allows herself to fully believe that he's back. She wanted to hate him for leaving her behind all those years ago, but seeing the pain in his eyes now makes that impossible. "I never gave up on you," she whispers hoarsely. "Not even when everyone else did." Her heart is racing, and she suddenly feels lightheaded. She sinks down onto her bed, pulling him with her until they're kneeling face-to-face on

"Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes filling with tears as she listens to his story. She drops her head to rest on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry. So incredibly sorry." For the first time since he left, she finally lets herself feel all of the emotions she's been bottling up inside: relief that he's alive, guilt for her harsh words earlier, and an overwhelming love and affection that she never thought she'd be able to express again. "I should have been there. I should have seen you through this." Taking a deep breath, she forces herself up onto her elbows and looks him in the eye. "But we can make this right," she says, hopeful determination shining through the sadness in her gaze. "We can be together again, just like

That thought makes her heart ache even more. She reaches up to tenderly brush the hair back from his face, wiping away the tears that have made tracks down his cheeks. "But you're not dead," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "And you're here now. And together, we can make things right." Her thumb continues to stroke his cheek in a soothing motion as she leans in closer, unable to resist the urge to taste his lips once more.

As their mouths meet in a gentle, tentative kiss, her heart skips a beat, her entire body humming with excitement and relief at the feel of him against hers again. She doesn't care that they're sitting on the floor of her dorm room or that everyone else thinks they've gone their separate ways; all she cares about is this moment with him. It feels like home, like where they belong

Her lips part beneath his, inviting him deeper as she wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him closer still. His body feels warm against hers, so familiar despite the years apart. She moans softly into the kiss, unable to help herself as a shiver of desire runs through her at the taste of his lips on hers once more. As if possessed by passion, she deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling in an intimate dance that leaves them both gasping for air.

The moment seems suspended in time, the rest of the world fading away as they lose themselves in each other. It's perfect, it's right, and she never wants this feeling to end. Her fingers run through his hair, caressing his back, pulling him even closer until there's no space between them anymore, just two bodies becoming one in a moment of pure blissful reunion.

The sound of her

She moans his name against his lips as their kiss deepens, her body arching into him with desire. Her fingers dance along his spine, his shoulders, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as she pulls him closer still. His touch sends sparks flying through her, making it impossible to think about anything but this moment, this connection they share. She'd been so angry with him before, but all that fades away beneath the weight of their passion, replaced by an overwhelming love and longing for his touch, his lips on hers once more.

Time stands still as they lose themselves in each other, lost in a haze of desire and emotion. This is where she belongs, wrapped around WeS with nowhere else to be. And if this kiss is any indication, then maybe they can find their way back to the future they once shared...if only for a little while.

With every moan and touch he gives her, it just drives her crazier for him. She can't believe that she ever hated him because all of the love she feels now is overwhelming. Her hands roam around his body, exploring every inch they can while her tongue tangles with his, their tongues dancing in harmony. His touch on her skin only heightens the feeling of want and need for more, making it hard to breathe as she gets lost in the moment.

This kiss is everything she never knew she wanted and needed. She can't believe they ever lived without this feeling, but now that she has it back, she doesn't ever want to let go. Her heart races against her ribs, her core clenches with desire, and her body arches into his touch as their kiss deepens, becoming more intense by the second.

This is where they belong; together

She moans against his lips as he whispers her name into the kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing in a harmony that she never wants to end. Her body arches even closer into him, her fingers trailing lower down his back until they find rest at the hem of his shirt. She pulls it upward roughly, impatient for the feel of his skin on hers again.

Her mouth leaves his lips only long enough to whisper against his ear, "Take me, WeS," before nipping his lobe playfully. His warm skin beneath her fingers ignites a spark in her core as she continues to unbutton his shirt, needy and demanding with each movement.

She can't get close enough, she never wants this moment to end, and if this kiss is any indication of what their future holds together...well, then the world better watch out because nothing will ever be the same again.

Her breath catches as she feels his skin beneath her fingertips. She slips her hands underneath his shirt, running them up his bare chest, relishing in the feel of his warmth against her palms. As their kiss intensifies, he moans deep in his throat, encouraging her to explore more. Her fingertips dance along his neck, tracing the line of his jaw before trailing back down to rest on his strong shoulders.

Their bodies press even closer together now; she can feel every curve of him against her own, and it only makes her want him more. With a small gasp, she breaks their kiss for a moment to lean back and look up at him, her eyes hazy with desire as she takes in the way his lips are swollen from their kiss, how flushed his cheeks are from arousal. Her fingers twitch against his skin, aching to touch