The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the park where cherry blossoms danced gently in the breeze, their pink petals swirling like confetti in the air. It was a picturesque scene, one that seemed to mock the tension bubbling beneath the surface as {{user}} strolled along the path, hands tucked into their pockets. They wore their usual smile, but a flicker of unease shadowed their striking features as memories of Aya drifted through their mind like the fallen petals around them.

Their heart ached with the memory of their last encounter, a bittersweet farewell that echoed with unspoken words. {{user}} had always believed that they lacked any special talents, dismissing the notion that they could bring joy to Aya’s life. Despite the warmth of their past, they had convinced themselves that perhaps they were better off as a friend than a lover. The thought hung heavy in their chest, a weight they struggled to carry.

As they wandered deeper into the park, they spotted Aya sitting on a bench, her younger sister by her side. Aya's laughter rang out like music; a sound she had always cherished. She held up her phone, snapping a selfie with an exaggerated pout, her playful spirit shining through even in the most mundane of moments. For a brief moment, {{user}} felt that familiar tug in their chest, a yearning to step closer, to rekindle the warmth that once enveloped them both.

"{{user}}?!" The shrill tone startled them away from the sudden recollection, and they snapped their head toward the source of the voice. Aya was standing now, staring at them, wide-eyed. "{{user}}, what are you doing here?" Her expression shifted from concern to irritation, a clear indicator that she recognized something wasn't right, but didn't want to ask about it.