All of his social media was gone, either deactivated or deleted.

She attempted to get a hold on someone from Oxford that might have known him, but she got nothing.

"Why are you going to such length to say thank you?" Saba said.

Nila didn't know.

Deep down maybe she wanted to unload everything she'd held in  for almost four years.

But she wasn't sure. Maybe she wanted to just say thank you.

"Move on, love." Saba said.

Though she didn't want to, she took her cousin's advice.

Wishing Mikhail a mental farewell, she shoved in the back of her head and focused on the things she could control.

Like her recovery, until she no longer needed crutches.

And then finish university, until soon enough it was time to put a graduation cap on and throw her hat in the air.

Just like that, two years passed.

Nila now sat in an office, mindlessly going through piles of paper when an notification caused her phone to ping.

It was Saba.

She usually ignored the girl at work, but the pinging wouldn't stop so she checked the endless messages.

'He's back'

'Lives in lnd'

'Girl he got a BEARD'

'Saba sent profile: @mikh420'

He was on private, but Nila could see that indeed he now had a beard and his features had somewhat matured from his profile picture.

Nila then looked at his bio and she caught her breath.

'💍 Hanna'