She had been there long before he came,
sitting quietly beneath the shade of the trees.
This park had become her retreat,
a space where silence spoke louder than words.
She found comfort in its emptiness,
the quiet reflecting her fractured heart.
It wasn’t just a park to her—
it was a place where pain could breathe.
Three weeks ago, she stumbled upon this place,
drawn by its stillness and the sadness it held.
She had almost been a bride once,
until betrayal tore her world apart.
Her closest friend, someone she trusted deeply,
had stolen the man she was to marry.
Since then, she had built walls around her heart,
keeping the world out, keeping herself safe.
This abandoned space became her refuge,
a place where she could hide from the past.
She came here to sit with her thoughts,
to let the pain ebb and flow in quiet waves.
The rustling leaves and fading light
were the only companions she needed.
It was her sanctuary,
until the evening he walked in.
She noticed him from afar,
his shoulders drooped under an invisible weight.
A bouquet in his hand,
his every movement spoke of sorrow.
At first, she felt a flicker of fear,
an intruder in her secret world.
But as she watched, her apprehension faded,
replaced by something she didn’t expect.
He looked like someone who had suffered,
but was finally ready to let go.
She felt a sudden urge to walk to him,
to give him a hug that said everything words couldn’t.
A hug of freedom, of relief,
a gesture to say, “You’re not alone.”
Her heart ached for him,
though she didn’t even know his name.
To Be Continued…