Prologue
Prologue โ When We Finally Spoke
โSome stories donโt begin when people meet.
Some begin when they meet again.โ
I still remember that evening.
The sky painted in soft shades of orange and pink, as if nature itself was quietly saying goodbye.
He stood there, tall and silent, while his family prepared to leave.
We exchanged a glance โ brief, uncertain, yet heavy with all the words neither of us could speak.
And thenโฆ he was gone.
The seasons kept moving, but that moment never faded.
In my quiet hours, it returned โ like a whisper from a chapter left unfinished.
Years later, life placed us in the same place once more.
A new life begins.
Yet when our eyes met again, everything I had hidden in my heart came rushing back.
This time, fate was giving us another chance.