He felt her gaze before he saw her again,
a warmth cutting through the cool evening air.
When their eyes met, time seemed to hold its breath,
neither of them sure what to say or do.
His heart, heavy moments ago,
now beat with an unfamiliar rhythm.
She took a step forward, hesitated,
then stayed where she was, watching him.
He wanted to speak but didn’t know how,
afraid his voice might shatter the fragile stillness.
Yet something inside him whispered, “Take the chance.”
Gathering courage, he offered a small smile.
“This park… it used to mean something to me,” he said,
his words carrying both sorrow and resolve.
She nodded, her expression softening,
as if she understood without needing an explanation.
“I come here to be alone,” she replied,
her voice quiet, yet filled with depth.
“But today, it feels different.”
Her honesty surprised even herself.
He stepped closer, holding the bouquet loosely,
as though offering the past one last moment.
“I’m here to say goodbye to something I can’t hold onto,”
he admitted, his voice steady but tender.
Her hand reached out, not to take the flowers,
but to touch his, light as a feather.
“That’s brave,” she said, her touch grounding him.
For a moment, the weight of their pasts faded,
replaced by the warmth of this fragile connection.
He offered her one rose from the bouquet,
a gesture that spoke of beginnings, not endings.
She accepted it with a small, grateful smile.
As the evening deepened, they sat together,
sharing quiet words under the old oak tree.
Their stories spilled out in fragments,
a tapestry of pain and resilience.
When they left the park, they walked side by side,
not as strangers but as companions of fate.
The darkness ahead seemed a little less daunting,
yet both knew this was only the start.
The End.
I loved all three parts…. Keep it up
Thank you 😊