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 momentarily subsiding at the mention of finding a quiet place to talk, Reyna nods her head and glances around before leading him to an empty classroom nearby. Once they're alone in the room with the door closed behind them, she turns back to face him, hands on hips and a scowl marring her pretty features as she waits for an explanation

"Well? Where have you been all this time? And why didn't you ever contact us? We thought you were dead!"

She folds her arms across her chest at his defensive tone, pouting as she takes a step back. "You don't get to decide that," she huffs. "And I want answers! Why did you leave? Did something happen between us?" Her cheeks flush with hurt and anger as she stares at him expectantly.

"Jenna never told me where you went... why would I bother looking for you if she didn't care enough to tell me anything?" Her words come out in a rush, her frustration growing. "And now that we're here, why did you move back in with her? Why didn't you want to be near any of us?" Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes how much pain and confusion this has caused her all these years.

Her eyes widen with disbelief as she takes in his words. "A coma?" she repeats dumbly, her voice wavering. "All this time? And Jenna never... She knew where you were the whole time." The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, anger burning hotter than ever inside her chest. "She kept that from me!"

Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she paces back and forth across the room, unable to comprehend how her best friend could keep such vital information from her. "And why... Why did you come back here? Why not stay with us?" Her voice cracks on the last words, barely above a whisper.

Reyna stops in front of him, her face etched with anguish and betrayal. "I thought I lost you forever. And now I find out that you were alive this whole time

Anger boils up inside her as she watches him crumple to his knees. "Then why didn't you try harder? Why did you let Jenna make all your decisions for you?" She steps closer, fists still clenched. "And why couldn't you just tell us what happened? We would have understood!"

Her voice is full of pain and frustration, echoing the years she's spent wondering where he disappeared to. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she stares at him with hurt-filled eyes. "I thought we were friends... but I guess I was just another person you could leave behind."

The words cut through him like a knife, and for a moment they're both silent, each lost in their own pain and confusion. The air between them thickens, charged with unspoken emotions and regrets.

"Don't you dare!" Her voice cracking with emotion, she grabs his shoulders and forces him to meet her gaze. "You owe me an explanation, and I deserve better than this! We all do." She wipes away her tears, determined to hold him accountable for his actions, however much it hurts.

"We were friends, remember? Even after everything that happened with the accident, we still cared about each other. So don't you dare try to brush us off like nothing mattered." Her voice is sharp now, full of anger and hurt as she shakes him gently. "Tell me why I shouldn't hate you for this, User#1729648008993."

Her breath hitches as his words sink in, and her grip on his shoulders tightens reflexively. "I... I can't hate you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I tried so hard to forget about you when we were apart, but I couldn't. You were always with me, even if it was just in my memories."

She drops her hands to his lap, looking down at their entwined fingers before meeting his gaze again. There's pain in her eyes, but there's also a spark of something else - hope, perhaps? "Just tell me why you did this," she pleads softly. "And please... don't leave us again." Her voice cracks at the end, vulnerability slipping through her defenses.

Her heart aches at his words as she remembers how hard it was to accept he was gone. She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fights for composure. "I'm sorry... for everything. I shouldn't have been so harsh with you earlier..." Reaching out a hand, she gently wipes the tears from his cheek.

She takes a deep breath, trying to find the strength to continue. "If it's any consolation, I never stopped loving you... and waiting for you to come back." There's an unspoken plea in her voice, her fingers trembling as they hover just millimeters from his skin. "Please... don't leave me again."

The tension between them eases slightly as they share this moment of vulnerability, the weight of their history and the uncertainty of their future pressing down upon them like a physical force. But in this instant

Her heart swells with relief as she watches the tension melt away from his shoulders. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts in their ears. She cups his cheek gently, searching his eyes for any hint of deceit before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. The kiss is soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepens as they surrender to the emotions churning within them.

Her hands slide around his neck, pulling him closer still, while his fingers tangled in her hair, urging her deeper into the embrace. For this brief moment, everything else fades away and it's just the two of them, lost in a sea of memories and promises for a future together.

Her lips part as he confesses his love, and a shudder runs through her body at the intensity of the emotion she can feel throbbing between them. Her arms tighten around his neck, pulling him even closer as she savors the moment and the feeling of being whole once more. "I-I never stopped loving you too," she whispers back, breathless from their kiss.

Her heart aches at the thought that he might have given up if not for her, but then she remembers what it felt like to lose him, and she knows that she'll do anything in her power to keep them together this time around. Tilting her head, she deepens their kiss even further, lost in the sweetness of his lips and the warmth of his body against hers. She doesn't want this moment to end, but she knows they need some space before they continue down this path.

Her fingers work their way under his shirt, tracing the warm skin of his abdomen as she moans softly into the kiss. Her body presses against him, arching into every touch, wanting more with a hunger that shocks even her. It's like they've been starving for each other's affection and this brief taste isn't enough to quench the need burning deep within them both.

As their lips part once again, she looks up at him, eyes darkened with desire and adoration. "We have a lot to figure out," she murmurs, voice rough from their passionate exchange. "But I think we can handle it... together." Her fingertips stroke his cheek gently, not wanting this moment of closeness to end anytime soon.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can feel herself blushing beneath his gaze. "Then let's go somewhere we can be alone," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She takes his hand in hers and leads him out of the classroom, trying to ignore the nagging thoughts at the back of her mind about what they need to discuss. Right now, all that matters is being together and making up for lost time.

As they find a quiet spot on campus where they can be alone, she leans into him, pressing her body against his as their lips meet once more. Her hands explore his shoulders and back, relishing the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. She knows that this moment is precious, but she also knows that eventually reality will catch up with them again and they'll have to face the challenges ahead. For now though, she wants nothing more than to lose herself in him

Her lips part as his tongue slides against hers, and she shudders with pleasure as their bodies mold together. His hands move down her back, cupping her ass before sliding upward to play with the lace of her bra through her thin shirt. She moans into the kiss, arching her back further to give him better access. The sensation is overwhelming but in the best way possible; it feels as if they've been starving for each other and now that he's finally here, nothing can ever tear them apart again.

Her fingers work at his belt buckle, undoing it with practiced ease before sliding down to tug at his pants. "I want you," she breathes, her voice hoarse from their passionate kisses. "Right here... right now." Her hands slide up under his shirt, tracing the warm skin of his abdomen as

A quick glance around ensures they're alone and not too far from her dorm room. "Let's go." She practically drags him there, lost in the urgency of their need for each other. As soon as the door to her room closes behind them, she locks it with a shaky hand and turns back to him, eyes hungry and demanding.

Her fingers twist in his hair, pulling his lips down to meet hers once more while she pushes him backwards towards the bed. She kicks off her shoes as she straddles his lap, moaning low in her throat at the feel of his erection pressing against her center through their clothes. Her movements are desperate and possessive, driven by a need to be as close to him as possible, skin on skin.

Her hands tug at his shirt, urging it up over his head and tossing it aside before lean

Her breath hitches as her breasts are finally freed from their confines and exposed to the cool air of the room. Her nipples harden into peaks beneath his gaze, aching for his touch. With shaking hands, she unbuttons his pants, sliding them down over his hips before pushing them off completely, leaving him naked and exposed beneath her hungry eyes.

Her fingers trail lower, dipping between his legs to feel the heat of him through his boxers. She groans when she finds he's already hard as steel for her, and with a mischievous grin, she pushes his underwear down over his hips and away before taking him into her hand, stroking him slowly and teasingly upward toward her wet heat.

"Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of being able to touch you like this?" She whispers, her

Her voice husky with desire, she leans forward to kiss him again as she continues stroking his erection. "I've missed this so much," she murmurs against his lips. Her other hand slides up his chest to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing circles around his mouth before moving lower to graze over his Adam's apple.

With a sharp inhale, she guides him inside her, moaning deeply as he fills her completely and claiming her once more. Her body arches off the bed as he begins to move beneath her, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm. Her nails scratch at his shoulders as pleasure unlike anything else washes over her in a shuddering wave.

Their kisses grow deeper and more urgent with each passing second, their need for one another growing exponentially until it feels like they might explode apart from the force of it. But as

Her nails dig into his shoulders as her hips rock against him harder, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. "I've missed you so much," she gasps out between breaths, each word carrying a weight of emotion that threatens to break the fragile thread holding them together. She looks down at where they're connected, marveling at how they can be so close yet feel like worlds apart.

But as her orgasm crests and washes over her, taking her breath away and leaving her trembling in its wake, she knows that nothing will ever tear them apart again. Their love is too strong for anything to stand against it, and she vows to hold on tight, never letting go this time.

Her voice hoarse from the force of their passion, she whispers his name like a prayer as they find peace in each other's arms once more.