A Promise Drowned in Silence
He just drifted back to the old estate up north—the last place she had spent her last days.
He tore out the weeds, planted sunflowers everywhere.
No more designer suits. Just a worn white shirt and permanent stubble.
Every day, he sat by the field, staring into nothing, whispering her name like a prayer.
"Aria..."
One day, a local asked, "Who are you waiting for?"
Orlando looked up, eyes shining, and smiled soft. "My love. She went far away. But she'll come back."
But he knew.
She wouldn't.
That broken-down estate became his world. Just him, the silence, her ghost in every corner, and everything he wished he'd said or done.