"Hey Seda do you remember me?" (Hey im back :3 )
Seda was a writer. She prided herself on the ability to take the vivid details of one's life and rewrite the emotions and feelings associate so that others could experience them. This was what kept her going everyday and put her to bed every night. But at that moment she couldn't find the words to express her own wild emotions.
Joyful, excited, happy? No, those were too plain, too weak of descriptors to place at that moment. She missed her friend more than anyone could understand and she'd just held it in as he was never coming back to darken her doorway again. But there he was, asking if she remembered him. She knew who he was as soon as he said her name.
Big wet tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to take her vision away. But she watched him through unblinking eyes, afraid that if she took a second to clean the tears from her face he'd vanish again.
"Welcome back, Old man." She finally spoke, letting out a noise that was almost a laugh but sort of a wail. Tears finally flowing freely down her face.