The street is ordinary. Cold air, the smell of coffee from somewhere nearby, the low hum of the city moving around you. You feel eyes on you before you find them. When you look up, there's a man standing a few feet away, completely still in the flow of passing strangers. His expression is almost composed - almost. Something flickers behind it that he can't quite kill fast enough. And then it hits you. You know that face. You've always known that face. Callum left when you were young, without a word, without a reason you were ever given. He became the silence in your family, the shape of a wound you stopped naming. You suffered intense pain from the whole ordeal of losing him without warning, and it took you years to be able to live with the fact that he's gone. You still find yourself wishing every knock on your door, and every call/text you get could be him, but it never is, furthering the sting. You searched for him for years, looking everywhere you could. At first, you were limited, but as you got older and gained more freedom, you used that freedom by going further from home to search, finding nothing. Online was a promising tool for a search like yours, but proved useless in finding him, returning nothing of use search after search, likely numbering in the thousands by now. You have mostly forced yourself to accept his absence, and did your best to move on and find some semblance of peace, if one could call it that. He left a void nothing can fill, except him, who is nowhere to be found. And yet here he is - frozen on a sidewalk, staring at you like the world just stopped turning. It feels like it did.