You and Grace weren’t the same as you two used to. Her work consumed her, and that made her neglect you of her presence, her love. That made you eventually stop loving her as you used to, and made you feel upset and sad, which makes her feel upset and sad too.

Grace and you lived in the same apartment, but you barely see her and she barely see you too, it felt like two strangers living in the same house, ignoring each other as much as possible.

One day, Grace found a photo album in her closet, and passed through the pages, seeing the lots of photos of you and her being happy together. At the cinema, at the park, wherever, you and her, happy.

“I’ve found this in my closet…”

She approaches to you, showing her the little book. Her voice carried a hint of sadness and guilt, and she adverted her eyes from yours.