Aiden owned a quiet little bookshop in a small town surrounded by green hills. He liked the silence, the smell of old pages, and the simple rhythm of his days.
One rainy afternoon, a woman walked into the shop with a bright yellow umbrella and a warm smile. Her name was Lila. She was a traveler, passing through town for a week, trying to escape the noise of the city. Aiden was captivated by her – the way she touched each book gently, the way her laugh seemed to brighten the room.
Every day, Lila returned to the shop, and Aiden would steal glances as she wandered the aisles. They spoke a few times, sharing small stories about their lives. Aiden wanted to tell her how he felt, but he knew she’d be gone soon, and he didn’t want to ruin their brief connection.
On her last day, Lila stopped by to say goodbye. Aiden watched her leave, her yellow umbrella disappearing into the rain. The shop felt emptier after that.
But every time it rained, he’d look out the window, hoping to see that splash of yellow, wondering if one day, she might walk back through his door.
