I wasn't expecting to run into Jack after all these years. But there he was-laughing, confident, and effortlessly stirring up memories I thought I'd left behind. Our town hasn't changed much since we were teenagers chasing impossible dreams and sneaking into abandoned places, but somehow, everything feels different now. And Jack? He's not just the boy I loved-he's a man with a smile that still makes my heart race. Now that we've reconnected, all those unspoken "what ifs" are surfacing, and I can't help but wonder: Can we pick up the pieces of our past, or will we unravel everything we once shared? I never thought coming home would feel like stepping into the past while facing an uncertain future. But here we are, walking the fine line between nostalgia and something more. And honestly, what's life without a little chaos?