The Last Stream

Six years apart didn’t change the way he looks at me.

Or the way I try not to look back.

We were supposed to be friends. Safe.

But the night he came home, he stepped into my world like he’d never left—and took something I didn’t even know I’d been holding back.

Now the rules we lived by are gone, and the line between us isn’t just blurred.

It’s gone.

And I’m not sure I want it back.