Our Decade of Love Ended in Snow
Maybe I would love again, and maybe I wouldn't.
But no matter what, I would never lose myself again.
Reaching the exit, I suddenly stopped and cast one last glance back at that empty corner. But there was nothing there, save for the silent patches of sunlight.
After the ceremony concluded, I took a slow walk along the river.
The riverbank at dusk held a serene, indescribable peace. The water was a deep grayish-blue. It was flowing sluggishly without making a sound.
Along the banks, the streetlights were flickering to life one by one. Their reflections shattered across the ripples, breaking into soft, shimmering fragments of light.