1812 Love

As Emery approached Klea outside the arena, his heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions. Seeing her again had awakened memories of their time together, bringing forth a deep longing that he hadn't expected. He stood before her, wanting to speak, but words seemed to escape him in the moment.

Klea, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at the person she had waited for so long, the one who had been missing from her life for eight years. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, as if trying to confirm that he was truly there.

"This is really you... Isn't it?"

Her touch gave Emery the courage to finally speak.

"It's me," he managed to say, his voice filled with remorse. "I have kept you waiting... I am sorry."