Amara sat by the window, her fingers tracing patterns on the cold glass as rain drizzled outside. The city, once vibrant and full of promise, now seemed muted and distant. Her heart ached in a way she never thought possible, the kind of pain that steals your breath and leaves you hollow.
It had only been a few days since she and Elias had parted ways, but it felt like a lifetime. The memories of their time together were still fresh—his laughter echoing in her ears, the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his dreams, and the warmth of his hand in hers as they walked through the crowded streets. They had made promises, whispered dreams into the night, and believed they were unbreakable.
But life, with its cruel twists, had other plans. The distance between them had grown, not in miles but in silence. Conversations once filled with excitement became strained, and the things that brought them joy felt like a distant memory. They tried to hold on, to piece together the fragments of what they once were, but it was like grasping at sand—the harder they held, the more it slipped away.
The decision to part was mutual, but that didn’t make it any easier. There were no harsh words or bitter goodbyes, just a quiet understanding that they had reached the end of their story. As Elias walked away for the last time, Amara felt a part of herself go with him.
Now, alone with her thoughts, she tried to convince herself that time would heal the wound. But deep down, she knew that some scars never fade, that the love they shared would always be a part of her. The pain was a reminder that what they had was real, even if it was fleeting.
As the rain continued to fall, Amara let herself cry, not just for the loss of Elias, but for the version of herself that was lost with him. And in those tears, she found a bittersweet comfort—a quiet acceptance that heartbreak, though painful, was a testament to the love she had the courage to give.
CREDIT: Tales and whispers
