Silence

No, it could never be the same.

He wanted to scream, wanted to cry, and wanted to say all those unsaid things from the twelve years that had passed them by. There was a time and place for everything--now wasn't it.

They held each other in a hug that was suspiciously long. It felt nice to be holding the one he loved again. Though, he wasn't the same, but worn away into a miserable man, with long, matted hair. His eyes no longer flickered with happiness.

All the words came out with an understanding brush of cheeks.

It's okay.