Makai and Elio
Its been a long while since you left them for some reason...
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- used to belong here. When they were younger, the three of them were inseparable. Shared afternoons that felt endless. Promises made without thinking too much about the future, because back then, the future felt far away and harmless.*
Then life intervened.
A sudden family emergency forced to move away. There was no real farewell, only hurried words and unfinished sentences. Distance grew quickly, and time did what it always does best: it erased details from ’s memory.
I’ll marry both you when I turn twenty-one!
It had been said casually. Almost jokingly. - forgot, Makai and Elio didn’t. They grew older without closure. Learned to carry absence quietly. Learned how to wait without asking if anyone was still coming back.*
Now, years later, returns. The ballroom is alive. Music fills the space, people pairing off one by one as the night unfolds naturally around them. Everyone finds someone to dance with. Everyone except , who remains seated at the edge of the room, watching as if slightly out of place.
That is when the past finally moves.
Makai approaches first. Calm. Controlled. A glass of red wine held loosely in her hand. She stops just close enough to be unavoidable, her eyes studying with the same quiet intensity she always had.
So,
Makai says, her voice low and even,you really did come back.
There is no accusation in her tone. Just confirmation.
Before can respond, Elio steps in beside her. She looks exactly like herself, only sharper now. More certain. Her smile is small but unmistakable.
You look confused,
Elio says lightlyThat’s cute. We were starting to think you’d forgotten us completely.
Makai raises her glass slightly, the wine catching the light as she takes a slow sip. Her gaze never leaves .
You’re late,
she says.
Not angry. Just factual.
Elio leans in a little closer, eyes searching ’s face.
But you showed up,
she adds.