His Return (what if...)

The morning Sun fell in gold across the glass buildings, but even that light bent around him. Like it couldn't touch him. Like he had his own Sun inside him, and everything else just felt dim beside it.

Security flanked him like shadows. People surged. One woman sobbed and screamed his name like it hurt. Someone behind me said something like "He's beautiful," and I wanted to scream 'you have no idea'.

But I said nothing.

I didn't move.

I didn't breathe.

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Aaro Vaughn, a star wrapped in fame. Alicia Shalom, the grounded genius designing futures.

When Aaro locks eyes with her in the crowd, time stops. She doesn't scream.. she is still.. terrifyingly still. His mind was a mess right now. He didn't know why he kept gravitating toward her.. like some half-buried memory had him on a leash.

What happens when she reveals herself to him? When she falls into his glittery world, and becomes the storm no one expected?

A story, a dream that feels like a memory, even if it isn't yours.

This is just the beginning. The storm hasn't even stretched its wings yet.