Horace walked over and found Kira sitting on the ledge, drinking liquor as the night wind whipped around her. Empty bottles lay scattered at her feet.

When she heard footsteps, Kira looked up, her face flushed, eyes glistening, and gazed at him with a familiar intensity. "Horace, you came."

Kira wasn't young anymore, but the way she looked at him had the same fervor it did years ago, making Horace feel like a young man again.

A gust of cold wind blew through.

Horace shook off the nostalgia and pulled himself together. No matter how sweet the memories, they couldn't go back in time. They'd both aged.