The city was quiet at this hour, the streets bathed in the eerie glow of streetlights. We sat in Julian's car, the folder still open between us. My hands trembled as I traced the edges of Daniel's photograph.

This was it.

Every lie, every half-truth, every hidden piece of his past - it all led here.

Julian's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He answered without hesitation.

"Yeah?"

A muffled voice came through the receiver, low and urgent. "Meet me at the old train station. You want answers? Come alone."

The line went dead.

Julian turned to me. "We have to go."

Danielle frowned. "It could be a trap."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "I need to know."

The Final Meeting

The abandoned train station was shrouded in darkness, its once-grand structure now crumbling with age. A single figure stood near the platform, his face hidden beneath a hood.

Julian tensed beside me, his hand subtly hovering near his pocket - ready, just in case.

I stepped forward, my heart hammering.

"Where is he?" I demanded. "Where is Daniel?"

The figure exhaled before slowly pulling back his hood.

I froze.

It was Daniel.

Alive.

Standing in front of me.

My breath caught in my throat. For five years, I had mourned him. For five years, I had tried to make peace with his absence.

But now, he was here. Breathing. Watching me.

I stumbled back, my mind unable to process the reality before me.

"You're? you're alive?" My voice cracked.

His eyes, once so warm and familiar, now held something else. Guilt. Regret. Pain.

"I never wanted you to find out this way, Lana," he said, his voice heavy.

I shook my head violently. "No. NO. You don't get to say that. You left me. I grieved you. I built a life without you! And now you're just - just here?"

He swallowed hard, glancing at Julian. His gaze lingered for a moment before he turned back to me. "I had no choice."

"That's a lie." My fists clenched. "You had a choice. You could have come home."

Daniel let out a shaky breath. "Lana, listen to me. I wasn't the man you thought I was."

I laughed bitterly, my eyes burning with tears. "Yeah, I figured that much out!" I gestured to the folder in Julian's hands. "Fake names. Secret meetings. A whole life you never told me about."

Julian stepped forward, his voice sharp. "Who were you running from, Daniel?"

Silence.

Then, finally, Daniel spoke. "People I worked for. People who don't like loose ends."

My stomach twisted. "What does that mean?"

Daniel ran a hand over his face. "It means I was involved in something I shouldn't have been. Something that put both of us in danger."

I stared at him, waiting for more.

He sighed. "I used to work for a group - call them businessmen, if you will. But they weren't just businessmen. They laundered money, dealt in secrets. And when I realized I wanted out? well, they don't let people walk away so easily."

Julian's jaw tightened. "So you faked your death."

Daniel nodded. "It was the only way to keep Lana safe."

My knees went weak. Julian reached out, steadying me, but I barely noticed.

"Five years," I whispered. "You let me think you were dead for five years."

"I thought it was better that way."

"Better for who?" I snapped. "Because it sure as hell wasn't better for me."

His face twisted in pain. "I know. And I hate myself for it. But Lana? they still want me gone. And now that you've come looking, they'll come after you too."

I felt sick.

This wasn't just about the past. It wasn't just about answers.

It was about survival.

"They know I'm alive," Daniel said. "Which means we don't have much time."

Julian tensed. "We?"

Daniel's expression hardened. "I'm not running anymore." He looked at me, something raw in his gaze. "I have a plan. But you need to trust me."

I let out a hollow laugh. "Trust you? After everything?"

A sharp noise cut through the air - a car pulling up fast. Headlights beamed through the broken windows of the station.

Julian cursed. "They're here."

Daniel grabbed my wrist. "Lana, please - "

I pulled away.

For years, I had imagined what I would do if I ever saw Daniel again. Scream? Cry? Beg for an explanation?

But now, faced with the truth, I didn't know if I wanted him back.

I had built a life without him.

Yet? deep down, beneath all the betrayal, all the pain?

I still loved him.

I hated that I did.

Julian grabbed my other hand, his voice urgent. "Lana, we have to make a choice. Now."

A choice.

Stay and fight for the man who had once been my whole world?

Or walk away - this time, for good?

The car doors slammed outside.

Footsteps echoed in the distance.

Time was running out.

And I had to decide.

The end.