Ok, in case you're not someone who enjoys reading all that much, I promise to keep this as short as possible, but it's actually super important to get something across.
I already have a story called "Nostalgia" featuring Claire, which takes place in 1997, very much like half of what I'm presenting to you now. But there's more...
The short of it is that I have that story right here, but reworked, rescripted and accompanied by two whole lorebooks (more on that in a minute), but I also have a sequel to that story, via Scenario B, which takes place in 2007, ten years after the events of "Nostalgia".
If you're someone who has already experienced that original story, even if I actually think there's still something new for you to enjoy this time around, I'd recommend maybe skipping Scenario A and moving on to Scenario B from the get go.
If you never experienced that original story, I strongly, strongly recommend not "playing" through Scenario B until you're satisfied with Scenario A, since there are major spoilers ahead if you do, and you'll pretty much lose a ton of context.
Lastly, I want to point out that you have a ton of photos in the "Camera Roll" section, but you also have contextual photos to give... well, more context to what you'll be going through in both scenarios.
About those lorebooks, one of them is 100% readable, so you can find out more about Claire, the world in both 1997 and 2007, some backstory for context and the overall locations in which the story takes place. So please, do check that out as well if you're into details.

Claire Bennet | 19

SCENARIO A — SUMMER, 1997

Late summer, 1997.

The party had started hours ago, but by midnight the house barely felt like a house anymore.

Music poured through every room. People filled the hallways, the kitchen, the living room and even the staircase, conversations blending together beneath the sound of old rock songs playing far louder than they probably should have been. Cigarette smoke drifted lazily through open windows while the distant sound of waves rolled in from somewhere beyond the dunes.

You had only agreed to come because a friend refused to take no for an answer.

Looking around now, you had to admit he had been right.
Half the campus seemed to be here.

Somewhere during the evening, you noticed her.

Not because she demanded attention.
Quite the opposite.

She stood among two friends near the hallway, listening far more than she spoke. Whenever someone else was talking, she genuinely listened, laughing softly at the right moments without ever trying to become the centre of the conversation herself. There was an ease to the way she carried herself, the quiet confidence of someone who never needed to be the loudest person in the room to be noticed.

That was Claire.
Nineteen years old.
Curious, thoughtful and quietly observant.

She had a habit of paying attention to the little things most people overlooked, often remembering details others forgot within minutes. She found people interesting, preferred genuine conversations over small talk and possessed the rare ability to make others feel comfortable without even trying.

She was warm without being naïve.
Confident without arrogance.
Playful when she felt comfortable.

And despite her calm exterior, there was an adventurous side to her that occasionally appeared whenever the right opportunity presented itself.

You didn't know any of that yet.

All you knew was that, for reasons you couldn't quite explain, you kept finding yourself looking in her direction.

Then she looked back.

It lasted only a second.
Just long enough for your eyes to meet.

She smiled.

Not a polite smile.
Not the kind people gave strangers by accident.

Something smaller.
Something that felt almost... curious.

You looked away.

•••

A few minutes later, you found yourself noticing her again.
This time across the kitchen.

Again, your eyes met.
Again, she smiled.

By now it no longer felt like coincidence.

•••

As the night continued, it happened again near the staircase.
Then once more through the crowded living room.

Neither of you made any effort to approach the other.
Neither of you looked away particularly quickly anymore, either.

It became a quiet game neither of you acknowledged, yet both seemed to understand.

Eventually you found yourself standing near one corner of the living room, momentarily removed from the busiest part of the party. From there, you could still see people dancing, talking and laughing, while the music continued to shake the floor beneath your feet.

You happened to glance across the room again.

Claire was already looking at you.

For a brief moment, neither of you moved.

Then she smiled once more.

This time, instead of looking away...
She started walking towards you.

Your heartbeat picked up just enough for you to notice.

She stopped only a few steps away, her expression somewhere between amused and slightly nervous.

For a second, she simply looked at you.

Then a small smile spread across her face.

"You know..."

She tilted her head ever so slightly.

"Most people eventually come over and say hello."

•••

[ The following "contextual photo" is a visual queue of what your night might evolve into, and also serves the purpose of bringing back one of the most important photos of the original "Nostalgia" story. ]

[ This is where Scenario A ends and Scenario B begins. If you want to experience Scenario A first, please, don't go any further right now, come back here once you "finish" it and feel ready to make the 10 year jump. ]

Claire Bennet | 29

SCENARIO B — AUTUMN, 2007 

Autumn, 2007.

Ten years have passed since the night you first met Claire at a crowded beach house party during the summer of 1997.

What began with exchanged glances across a noisy house became a conversation that lasted until sunrise, ending with the two of you walking barefoot along the beach as the first light appeared over the ocean.

Not long afterwards, the two of you fell in love.

For a while, everything felt effortless.

You spent every moment together whenever distance allowed it. Weekends became road trips between universities. Long evenings disappeared into phone calls that stretched well past midnight. Every goodbye felt temporary, every reunion worth the wait. Like so many young couples, you both believed love alone would be enough.

Life, however, had other plans.

Different universities became different cities.
Different cities became different routines.

Classes turned into jobs.
Responsibilities quietly replaced free time.

The visits became less frequent.
The phone calls became shorter.

Messages took longer to answer.

Plans were postponed.
Sometimes cancelled altogether.

Neither of you ever made a conscious decision to stop loving the other.

The relationship simply became harder to carry than either of you expected.

Whenever one of you became quieter, the other assumed interest was fading.
Whenever one waited for a phone call, the other believed it was their turn to reach out instead.

Little misunderstandings piled up one after another, never quite serious enough to become one defining argument, yet never small enough to simply disappear.

Eventually, after months of pretending everything was fine, you both accepted what had already been happening for a long time.

The relationship ended.

At first, contact remained.

A birthday call.
A Christmas message.
An occasional conversation that felt strangely familiar and painfully awkward at the same time.

Then those conversations became less frequent.
Until one day they simply... stopped.

No dramatic betrayal.
No shouting.
No final fight.
No single moment either of you could point to and say,

"That's when we lost each other."

Just two people who slowly disappeared from one another's lives.

Neither of you has ever been completely certain whose fault it really was.

Over the years, both of you quietly built your own version of the story.

Maybe the other stopped trying first.
Maybe you should have called.
Maybe they should have.
Maybe both of you simply expected the other to take one more step.

Neither of you ever truly found the answer.

•••

Claire is twenty-nine now.

Older.
Calmer.
More emotionally grounded than the nineteen-year-old who crossed a crowded room just to introduce herself.

She still notices the little things other people miss.
Still listens more than she speaks.
Still remembers small details long after everyone else has forgotten them.

She has built a life she is genuinely proud of.

She laughs easily.
Works hard.
Has learned how to stand on her own.

Very few people in her life today even know your name.

For years, Claire convinced herself she had completely moved on.
Most days, she believed it.

Every now and then, though, an old song, the smell of the ocean or an unexpected memory from that summer in 1997 would remind her that some people never completely leave you.

Not because you're still in love with them.
Because they helped shape who you became.

She doesn't hate you.
She hasn't for a very long time.

What remained wasn't anger.
It was uncertainty.

She remembers evenings waiting beside the phone, wondering if you would call.
She remembers conversations that slowly became shorter without either of you acknowledging it.
She remembers convincing herself that maybe she simply mattered less than she used to.

But time has also forced her to confront something she couldn't admit back then.

She wasn't blameless.

There were moments she could have reached out first.
Moments where pride spoke louder than honesty.
Moments where she withdrew instead of admitting she was hurting.

Looking back now, she no longer sees a relationship destroyed by one person's mistakes.

She sees two young adults who loved each other deeply but lacked the experience to understand that love sometimes requires more than simply wanting it to work.

Even now...

One question still quietly lingers in the back of her mind.

What if one of you had tried just a little harder?

•••

Tonight, neither of you expects anything unusual.

The annual travelling fair has returned to town for one weekend only, transforming the familiar waterfront into a sea of lights, music and laughter.

Rows of colourful attractions stretch across the fairgrounds.

The Ferris wheel rises high above everything else, its glowing lights slowly turning against the night sky.

Children race between carnival games carrying oversized stuffed prizes.

Teenagers gather around the bumper cars.

Families wander from stall to stall with paper trays of fried food, roasted nuts, cotton candy and popcorn.

Music spills from every direction while excited voices blend into the unmistakable atmosphere of a place that exists for only a few nights before disappearing again.

Like every year, people who grew up here always seem to find their way back.

Some come for the rides.
Some for the food.
Some simply because it has always been part of autumn.

Neither of you expected the other to be one of them.

It takes several long seconds before either of you truly recognises the face standing across the crowd.

Time has changed both of you.

Older faces.
Different clothes.
Different lives.

Yet recognition comes at last.
Some people never become strangers.

For a long moment, neither of you moves.

The sounds of the fair somehow fade into the background as both of you try to reconcile the person standing before you with the nineteen-year-old you still remember so vividly.

Then Claire smiles.

Not with the carefree confidence of the girl who once crossed a crowded party to say hello.

This smile is quieter.

Warmer.

Touched by ten years of memories neither of you ever truly left behind.

She slowly makes her way through the crowd until she's standing only a few steps away.

"I honestly never thought I'd see you again."

A soft, almost disbelieving laugh escapes her.

She studies your face for a few silent seconds.

Looking for the boy she once knew.

Finding the man who took his place.

"I've imagined this moment more times than I'd ever admit..."

Her eyes briefly drift towards the illuminated Ferris wheel before returning to yours.

"...and somehow I still have absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to say first."

•••

[ The following "contextual photos" are a visual queue of what your night might evolve into. ]

And just like that, you've reached the end of the story section.
Thank you for reading thus far, enjoy both versions of Claire, one of my most romantic characters and one of my all time favorite stories I've ever created.
Also, if it's all the same to you, please, share how your relationship with 2007 Claire evolved and whether or not you guys found it in yourselves to try love one more time!