Outside, the cool night air hit my face, clearing away the lingering warmth of the restaurant and the stifling reminder of what once was.
The streets buzzed around me, full of couples strolling hand-in-hand, laughing softly, wrapped in each other’s worlds. Once, Desar and I had been like that, inseparable, both of us sharing dreams, secrets, and promises.
Now, memories of those moments weighed heavily on me, yet I didn’t want to be seen as weak. I slowed my pace, a painful pang in my chest as I thought of all the small gestures Desar used to make, the way he would pull me closer or reach for my hand.
An ice cream truck parked nearby caught my eye, and on impulse, I decided to get one. As I took the first bite, a wave of memories flooded back.
It was when Desar laughed at my weakness for ice cream, teasing me, "You know it’ll just give you a stomachache later." But he would still indulge me, watching with that gentle smile. I shook the thought away, forcing myself to focus on the present.