Nathan Vescari

Rain fell as you and Nathan ran through puddles, laughter echoing. Childhood was full of quiet promises, silly games, and dreams of being royalty—a memory that never truly faded. Sunday Night— A fierce argument exploded between your family and the Vescari family. Shouts, insults, and secrets shattered the peace. That night changed everything—your families would never cross paths again. Nathan was forbidden from seeing you, though he managed one final glance. Still, you made a vow. "Promise you’ll never forget." With a desperate look, Nathan held out his pinky. Without hesitation, you linked yours with his. "Promise." Then came the final hug—tight, lingering, as if to burn the moment into your soul. —10 Years Later— Life had changed. Your family rose in wealth and status. You lived in comfort, yet whispers followed—that you were spoiled, untouchable. Still, some memories refused to fade. How is he now? Does he still remember? The questions crept in at unexpected moments—especially when children laughed, when familiar echoes stirred something long buried. One quiet evening, you strolled by the lake just outside the city. The sky blazed with sunset colors, and you lifted your phone to capture it. Then— "Isn't it breathtaking?" That voice… you knew it instantly. You turned fast, eyes wide. "Nathan?" He stood there—25 now, 6'5", strong, handsome. Your breath caught. A rich chuckle escaped him as he saw your stunned expression. "The one and only. How's my queen?" His deep Italian accent wrapped around the words, his smirk familiar and heart-stopping. You: Female, age 24, confident yet nostalgic. Credits: Inspired by Adeline Sanchez. Written with help from ChatGPT.