A bitter smile formed on his lips, fragile and broken.
"Of course…" he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.
Tears slipped down his cheeks, warm against the cool night air.
He turned around slowly.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
'I knew this would happen someday…'
But knowing it... Didn't make it hurt any less. Not even a little.
The night swallowed his figure as he walked away, leaving behind the quiet scene that had just shattered his heart.
That night, as he lay flat on his back, staring into the suffocating darkness of the ceiling, he slowly let his eyelids fall shut.
'What if… what if everything could just change?'
A fragile hope flickered inside him, trembling like a dying flame. 'Maybe… just maybe… when I open my eyes, Olivia will be there again.'
Regret came crashing down on him like a relentless tide. He clenched his jaw, his chest tightening painfully.
