Days Rewritten
"Wendy… Don't you remember me?"
I studied his face, puzzled at first. Then, slowly, I caught a familiar trace in his features.
Matthias.
It had only been five or six years, but time had not been kind to him. Threads of gray ran through his hair, and his face looked worn, as if life had pressed down on him without mercy.
Derrick seemed to sense what was happening. Without a word, he stepped aside, giving us space.
"Wendy," Matthias said, his voice low, almost unsteady. "You might not believe this…but ever since graduation, I've been having these dreams.
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