The past had a way of lingering - not as pain, but as something softer.

Something necessary.

Raven had once believed heartbreak left people fractured, that loss meant erasing what had been.

But now, years later, she understood - some memories weren't meant to be forgotten.

They were meant to shape you.

Riverside Caf�, Late Evening

The scent of roasted coffee curled through the air, blending with quiet conversation and the warmth of dim lighting.

Raven hadn't come here searching for ghosts.

She had only wanted a quiet moment - contracts to review, coffee to sip, a rare pause in the relentless pace of her life.

But when she looked up, her breath caught.

Ryle.

Standing by the counter, scanning the menu with familiar focus, unaware that her world had tilted the second she saw him.

She froze, watching him - how the years had settled into the lines of his face, how he carried himself with an ease she once fought to give him.

She had imagined this moment before.

But not like this.

Not in a quiet caf�, surrounded by strangers who had no idea of the history pressing against her chest.

He turned.

And their eyes met.

For a moment, everything stilled.

Not with regret. Not with longing.

Just understanding.

Slowly, Ryle walked toward a nearby table, coffee in hand, settling into a seat with a quiet sigh.

Raven watched him from across the room, her fingers tightening around her cup, pulse steady now - not frantic, not painful, just present.

She could have left.

She could have walked past him, pretended he wasn't there.

But instead, she simply sat.

And she allowed herself to remember.

They had loved recklessly, fiercely, in a way that consumed everything around them.

And yet, they had also let go.

Not because they hadn't loved enough.

But because love wasn't always meant to last forever.

She exhaled softly, watching the way Ryle smiled as his phone lit up - his fingers grazing a message, his eyes warm in a way she recognized.

She didn't need to ask.

She already knew.

He was happy.

And so was she.

The past hadn't broken them.

It had built them.

And as Raven turned back to the city beyond the caf� window, a quiet smile touched her lips.

Because this time -

She wasn't looking back.

She was only grateful for the road that had led her here.