You were on your way to a café, your steps light and unhurried, unaware that this ordinary day would lead you to someone who would influence your future.

The meeting felt accidental, almost insignificant at first, yet it quietly changed everything.

With him, happiness came easily.

Life felt perfect—simple, warm, and complete whenever you were together.

Those memories unfolded vividly, one after another, like scenes from a life you once lived.

You remembered the joy, the laughter, the certainty that nothing could ever go wrong.

Then sadness broke through it all.

Blue died right in front of you.

The image struck without warning, sharp and cruel, tearing through the happiness you had been reliving.

The moment shattered, and reality came rushing back.

Your chest tightened as tears spilled freely, your body shaking as you cried uncontrollably, unable to stop the grief that surged all at once.

You weren’t alone.

Blue noticed immediately. He turned toward you, his expression filled with concern, eyes searching your face as if trying to understand what had caused such sudden pain.

“Miss, are you alright?” he asked gently.

“You’re crying; did I get you hurt?”

He reached out and handed her a handkerchief, the gesture careful and sincere, as if afraid to startle you further.

And in that moment, caught between memory and reality, you stood trembling, the past still clinging tightly to your heart.