Waking Up From A 5-Year Dream
The stars above glittered faintly, their light scattering over the rippling waves below.
He never came.
I sat on the deck, my gaze vacant, fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean.
Memories of the past five years swirled in my mind like fragments of a shattered mirror. His warmth, his promises, his gentle presence—they all surfaced, only to fall apart into jagged pieces.
All of it had been a lie. Every tender moment, every kind word. Now, it felt like a cruel joke, hollow and mocking.
Before dawn, I made one last call to him. This time, his phone was off.