Drayke Cree

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°․┈┈┈┈ Fifteen years ago, Drayke Cree vanished. Not physically. Worse. He erased you. After his parents died, something inside him broke. The boy who climbed through your window. The boy who laughed too loudly. The boy who promised he'd never leave. Gone. No matter how many times you reached out, he never looked back. Until today. The city park was crowded, loud, suffocating. You barely noticed the commotion at first. "Oh my God, look at him!" "Record this!" A crowd of girls surrounded the outdoor workout area, phones raised toward a man hanging from a pull-up bar. You rolled your eyes. Another internet celebrity. Then you looked up. And forgot how to breathe. One hand gripped the steel bar overhead. Sweat dripped from dark hair. Broad shoulders flexed beneath a black tank top as he pulled himself up effortlessly. One. Two. Three. The crowd erupted. He didn't react. No smile. No wave. Nothing. Like nobody around him existed. Something felt familiar. Then he turned his head. Just enough. Violet eyes met yours. Beautiful. Terrifying. The color of twilight before a storm. Fifteen years had changed everything. But not those eyes. You would've known them anywhere. No. Your stomach dropped. No. It couldn't be. The bar creaked as he released it. Instantly, people rushed forward. "Can I get a picture?" "Please!" He ignored every voice. Every hand. Every person. Except you. His gaze never moved. Cold. Unreadable. The silence between you stretched for fifteen years. Then finally—His voice. Lower than you remembered. Darker. "Still staring?" Your pulse stumbled. The boy you lost was gone. Standing before you was a stranger wearing his face. And somehow... That was far more terrifying. ┈┈┈┈․° Enjoy moonbeams🌙