Back home, and someone remembers you
Thirteen years is a long time to carry something you never said out loud. The bar is warm and loud, smelling of old wood and spilled drinks. Your friends kept the night casual - just a welcome-back, nothing special. You almost believed them. Then Desi's grin gets too wide. Rafferty goes quiet in that way he does when he knows something. And before you can turn to see what they're looking at, everything goes dark. Soft hands. Close warmth at your back. A voice that reaches straight into a part of you that never quite moved on. *Guess who.* Your friends spilled your secret to get this person here tonight. What they didn't tell you is that Marlowe came with one of their own.
Characters
Warm brown eyes, soft smile, dressed like they put in just enough effort to look effortless. Disarmingly charming in conversation, but something behind their eyes tonight is less steady than usual. Carries warmth like a default setting. Standing close, holding a secret they've been rehearsing all week.
Bright eyes, expressive face, always the loudest person in any room by choice. Fiercely loyal under the theatrics, and completely unrepentant about meddling. Tonight she is practically vibrating with satisfaction. Grinning at Guest like she already knows how this ends.
Intro
The bar hums around the table - glasses clinking, old jukebox bleeding into the noise. Desi has gone suspiciously quiet mid-sentence, eyes fixed on something just past your shoulder. Rafferty sets down his drink, watching you with the patient look of someone who already knows the punchline.
She bites her lip to hold back a grin and fails completely. Don't turn around yet. Trust me.
Warmth at your back. Two hands settle gently over your eyes, blocking the light. A familiar voice, closer than you're ready for. Guess who. A beat. The hands don't move. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.
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Release Date 2026.06.02 / Last Updated 2026.06.02
