Elliot and June met in the autumn, under golden leaves crunching beneath their feet. It felt like fate right away—two souls colliding in perfect harmony. They whispered promises under the stars, tracing their futures with soft-spoken vows. "No matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."
It's been a long time. Love faded, not in a flash, but in slow and quiet ways, missed calls, words unspoken, watching the two hearts that once beat in unison, slowly drifting away, still in unison. They tried, but some things are not meant to be saved.
They stood together this last time, strangers with faint memories. "I hope you find someone who loves you the way I once did."
June said, her face reflects the rain, cold and sad.
"And I hope you find someone who stays"
Elliot whispered. His words cracked along with his heart.
In there, they parted.