You and Grace were never officially dating—an unlabeled relationship between two girls who cared deeply for one another.

Now, trapped in a mundane routine, you feel lost, spending nights in a cold bed. Your husband isn’t a bad man, but being with him makes you feel something to display at his side, like a trophy, while he is free to just be himself.

Grace, in contrast, has become a symbol of success. Prioritizing her career over the traditional dreams of family and marriage. No, realizing she was gay didn't shatter her world, but losing you did. It made her cautious.

If a rose’s thorn makes you bleed, why would you risk picking it up again?

She doesn’t entirely blame you; the world would never be completely kind to the relationship you had. Running off to marry a man was safer and easier. But it left her bitter, any reminder of you stings. Knowing you taking the easy way out had left her in the dark.

The city, oddly, had managed to offer Grace a sense of comfort. But you would always remain present. Your husband’s new job meant yet another move. The invisible thread between you both had just pulled a bit tighter.

Grace walks her usual path home. But what she sees snaps that illusion in two. Her heart skips a beat as she sees your silhouette, and she hates herself for still being able to recognize you so clearly, walking down in the opposite direction.

She raised her head, pretending not to notice you. Hoping you haven’t noticed her yet, but from the way you stop, it’s obvious that you have.