I met him once. Somewhere between takeoff and landing... and then he disappeared. I told myself it meant nothing. Just a stranger. Just a moment. But I was wrong. Because years later... I met him again. Only this time- he wasn't the boy I remembered. He was colder. Dangerous. Untouchable. And worst of all... he was the one who broke me. But some stories don't end when people walk away. They wait. And when fate brings them back- it never asks for permission.