For a long moment, I just stood there on the balcony, frozen.
The sunlight hit my face, warm and blinding, but all I could see was him. Dave.
Standing across the street, his eyes locked on me like he couldn't believe I was real. Beside him, there stood Grandpa Albert. It felt like for a while I have met them.
It felt like time had stopped. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
He hadn't changed much except for the dark circles under his eyes. And his once clean and shaved face now had a stubble, yet it cannot hide the same sharp jawline of his.
Also, the same stubborn look in his eyes was still present in them. The same energy that somehow filled any space he walked into, but there was something else this time...something heavier.
A sense of tiredness, maybe, or guilt.
I didn't know how long I had been staring before Emma's voice broke through my fog.
