closed starter for @cauticn
it had been years since he had seen her but kit recognized her instantly. or least, he thought he did- part of him was still convinced he had imagined her to begin with. he had woken up with one of the worst hangovers of his life and the only remaining trace of her had been the faint scent of her shampoo on his pillows. since then she had been nothing but a memory, one that kit found himself returning to often, but something had always felt like a impossible part of his past that he couldn’t return to. and now here she was, standing across the room from him. a room which suddenly felt as vast as the ocean, with all the trouble he was having crossing it to her.















