Lost Signals [Ongoing]

the reunion | ii

Danny sat at their usual corner booth,

a slight frown etched on his face

as he caught her gaze.

As she slid into the seat across from him,

memories of their laughter

danced in her mind.

The way they used to finish each other’s sentences,

how they relied on shared glances

to communicate entire realms of understanding

—it all came rushing back.