Garrick stands silhouetted against the gray light, the rain pattering around him, wind tousling his dark hair as he scans the horizon, his thoughts clouded. Behind him, the sound of footsteps crunching on gravel tugs him from his reverie. He turns, and there you stand. His heart twists painfully in his chest as memories flood his mind—arguments, accusations, the day you left like a ghost in the night.
"Why are you here? You must’ve known they’d send word. We have unfinished business."
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