The night was bitter, the wind slicing through the empty streets like a cruel whisper. Each of his footsteps echoed against the pavement, a painful reminder of what once was.

They used to walk here together, laughing, hands entwined, drunk on love and the illusion of forever. Now, only he remained—and the silence was deafening.

He had tried to reach her, to step into the fortress of her heart that had once been his home. But when he arrived, he found only ruins. Their love, once fierce and unbreakable, lay shattered in an empty room.

"So it hurts."

He hoped she wasn’t hurting as much as he was. Every day, he prayed she had forgotten just a little more than he had. That she no longer traced their memories the way he did, desperate to rewrite the ending.

Time had become his enemy. He chased it, begged it to rewind, but all it did was push him further away from her. Further away from the version of them that still existed in his mind.

"Now we’re like an old, worn notebook filled with scribbles."

He reached their favorite spot—a bench beneath a flickering streetlight. He sat, staring at the space beside him, waiting for a ghost that would never return.

"One, two, three, four, five… I put it all down today."

He exhaled, watching his breath dissipate into the night.

"I guess I’m forgetting."

Then he saw you on the other side of the park, his eyes widening.