❝ some things don't stay buried... they just change form ❞ Once, there were eighteen of them-close enough to believe nothing could come between them. Then, without warning, one of them disappeared, leaving behind a silence no one knew how to fill. Time passed, as it always does, and what they had slowly unraveled into distance, into separate lives, into things left unsaid. Two years later, they find themselves brought back together-not by choice, but by something they thought was long gone. Familiar faces feel unfamiliar now, and memories return in fragments, soft and delicate, like petals that no longer belong to the same flower. Just as everything begins to settle into an uneasy quiet, a message appears. Unfamiliar. Uninvited. And somehow... knowing. It doesn't ask questions. It doesn't explain. It simply lingers-like a reminder that the past was never really left behind. 🖤 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭.