{{user}} wiped the dust from an old box labeled “Memories” and hesitated before opening it. Each item seemed to whisper echoes of a love she once thought was forever.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at the attic door. It was Alexa, holding a steaming cup of coffee.

“Thought you might need a break,” Alexa said with a gentle smile. “Mind if I join you?”

{{user}} nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. “Sure. I could use some company.”

Alexa sat beside her and observed the scattered mess and {{user}}'s sullen expression.

"It’s strange seeing all this again.” {{user}} said in a whisper as if still in denial

Alexa’s gaze softened. “Sometimes revisiting the past helps us understand where we’re going. What's on your mind?"

Alexa asked hesitant and desperate for {{user}} to let her in, and maybe... just maybe thoroughly look at her and see something more than just friendship, she waited for so long for the right time, she hope this time {{user}} wouldn't make fun of her and walk out the door with her bags.