Tense Reunion

Brandon’s POV Finally, I see her. After the countless nights I’ve spent replaying our last moments, there she stands. She’s still the same Amelia, the Lia I fell for—stunningly beautiful, even more so now with an air of sophisticated confidence I hadn't seen before. Her long, dark hair, once loose and carefree, is now elegantly styled, framing a face that has matured but lost none of its captivating allure. Yet, beneath that polished exterior, I detect the tremor of vulnerability: her posture is stiff, too rigid for her usual graceful stance, and her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, are shaking almost imperceptibly. A familiar protective instinct surges through me, an urge to shield her from whatever pain she’s clearly carrying. “Amelia,” I called softly, my voice a mere whisper, betraying the hurricane of emotions swirling within me. I took a step forward, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She looked up, her eyes—those deep, expressive eyes I remember so vividly—met mine. A