A sense of emptiness engulfed me as I aimlessly wandering through the park. Solitude became the canvas for my contemplations, inevitably leading my thoughts back to {{user}}, my deceased lover.

Amidst this reflection, a soft murmur reached my ears, "Perhaps, not in this life either."

"Excuse me?" I questioned, locking eyes with a young woman. Her demeanor felt oddly familiar, "Are you talking to me?"