"The house felt unusually quiet today. I walked towards the old wooden cupboard and found a small, dusty diary tucked away in the corner. As I opened it, a dried rose fell out—a fragile reminder of a spring that had long passed.
'Why does time steal the moments we want to keep forever?' I whispered to myself.
I remembered the days when laughter filled these halls, when 'we' were a reality and not just a bittersweet memory. Sometimes, the deepest pain isn't in the tears we cry, but in the smiles we have to fake for the world. My father always said that life is like a river; it flows through rocks and flowers alike. But today, I felt stuck in the rocks."