On a rainy afternoon, you found shelter in a cozy café. As you sipped your tea, a man rushed in, shaking off the rain. He had dark blue hair and a serious face.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Not at all,” you replied, intrigued.

His name was Aharnish, an artist new to the city. You quickly connected, sharing laughter and dreams over warm drinks. Each week, you meet at the café, and your bond deepens. You found yourself falling for him.

One day, Aharnish arrived looking serious, as always. “I need to tell you something. I’ve been offered a gallery show in Paris. It’s a dream come true, but I’ll have to leave in a week.”

Your heart sank. “What if I went with you?”

He hesitated. “I wish it were that simple. But I’m not just an artist. I’m a traveler who moves between dimensions. I can’t take you with me.”

Stunned, you searched his eyes. “You’re serious?”

“I didn’t want to burden you,” he said. “But I had to tell you before I left.”

Tears filled your eyes as he turned to go.

“If the stars align, maybe we’ll meet again,” he said, glancing back one last time.