He’s been alone for so long. He’d never forgotten her nor forgotten everything they’d built together. He thought he might be alone on this Valentine’s Day and he was ready to drink himself into oblivion and forget about it, when something felt off in the back of his mind. The wave of new arrivals...was there someone in there he knew?
He runs down the steps and into the waves, looking, searching for her desperately. Was she back? Was he just feeling things? What was going on?
Then he spots her. That unmistakable beautiful visage, that curly purple hair and red trimmed clothing. Like an angel, he could weep for the sight, and he does. He bites his lip to keep it from trembling, fists clenching as tears well up in his eyes.
It really was her. She was back.
He breaks into a sprint, arms outstretched. “Vivi! Vivaldi honey!” He shouts, practically tackling the poor woman.
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