Colby sat on a bench, staring at the sunset when you approached.
“Hey, you okay?” you asked, sensing his mood.
He looked up, a faint smile forming. “Just thinking... about us.”
You hesitated, the weight of his words hanging in the air. “What about us?”
He sighed. “I feel like we’re drifting. I miss what we had.”
You nodded, a mix of hope and concern swirling inside. “Yeah, me too.”
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