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Jovanababy👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩: I'm back bitchhh! 3 days ago No fucking way...

back. *****

Didn’t make impossible saves in overtime. My phone buzzed against the coffee table. The team group chat lit the screen in a blur of notifications. Memes. Encouragement. Old clips of my saves. A GIF of me smashing my stick after a loss last year. We need you back, wall. Miss you, man. You’ll be back before playoffs. I opened the chat. Typed a reply. Deleted it. Typed again. Deleted. Leave me the hell alone.

Because in one glance, I can see, Zeus Gauthier doesn't care about life at all. ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ I'm back again, guys. Is there anyone waiting for me? I hope you will always be faithful in this story. See you 👋 LOVE ALL♥️

Everyone was bustling about, and no one noticed that I had just awakened. I looked up and caught sight of the wall clock. Only one hour remained before I would have to return to the future. On the small hospital TV, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The shooting stars were beautiful, but unfortunately, I had missed them again. Indeed, it seemed my wishes were destined to remain unfulfilled. I was lost in thought until footsteps approached, followed by Sophia's tired yet joyful voice. "You're awake. Ethan has regained consciousness too, thanks to your timely blood donation last night."

I muttered. "Yes I'm happy you're back"

“Yo— your scarf, I have it all cleaned up. If you don't mind it'll only take a minute for me to go grab it, come inside?” hey guys, how are you guys? i hope you like this story and if you do please do let know in the comments,<3 love, Hafsa

While I was waiting at a red light, my phone buzzed with a call from my best friend, Olive Sampson. She started cautiously, "I heard he's back in town." I cut her off flatly. "That has nothing to do with me." She let out a deep sigh, her tone laced with clear frustration. "You know how small this world can be. People run into each other all the time. You're likely to cross paths eventually, and when that happens..."

The kind that whispers your name in the quiet, reminding you that not everyone you lose is meant to come back. But some losses never stop echoing.

Will, one of his friends, called loudly, standing to welcome him with a handshake and a glass of scotch. “You look like hell, man!” Carl joked, sliding in with a clap to Ethan’s back. “He’s reacting to the Club abstinence,” Ron replied, laughing loudly, and the others joined in. “We haven’t seen you in weeks, Man. Is everything good?” Carl asked. “I’ve had a shitty couple of weeks,” Ethan muttered and gulped the whole glass. “Well, we know just how to lift your mood!” Ron cheered and signaled the security guards, who nodded in understanding.