Phoenix:
Kamila's mouth hung open in shock as she looked at me with wide eyes. She hadn't changed a bit.
Still that young, beautiful girl who used to offer me chocolates. Who used to force-feed me when I was at my lowest.
"Hi, Kamila," I tried to smile, but my lips were trembling so badly that it almost hurt.
She stumbled back a few steps in disbelief, and I took it as a chance to enter. The room was small but neat. At the table sat Delis, with a cup of coffee halfway to his mouth. When his gaze landed on me, he froze.
"L…Luna?" Slowly, he set the cup down and rose to his feet.
"Hello, Delis," I whispered, my voice heavy with emotion, "I didn't know I'd find you here."
Shock flickered across his face. Both of them looked at me as if they had seen a ghost.
I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell them how long I'd waited for this moment, but a lump swelled in my throat, not letting me speak.
