MARSHALL'S POV
Stepping back into town, the familiar ground under my boots had a different vibe. It'd been a while, and there was something in the air, you know? Lucas, my old buddy, was one of the few who really got what my life was about.
Lucas, with his wild, unruly hair, spotted me from a distance and lit up with genuine delight as he rushed over. "Marshall!" he exclaimed, a big grin on his face.
I met his enthusiasm with a faint smile and a firm handshake. It was like we were silently acknowledging the connection that went way beyond words. "Lucas," I replied, my voice carrying a mix of tiredness and nostalgia.
As we strolled through town, the warmth of our friendship wrapped around us. Lucas, like an eager tour guide, filled me in on what I'd missed.
Lucas, sensing my unspoken
