We pulled up to Sarah's house, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the quiet street like skeletal fingers. The sky was a deep, foreboding blue, as if it too felt the weight of our impending goodbye. The trees, once green and vibrant, now stood sentinel, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze like whispers of farewell. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers, a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of beauty.
Her house, once a warm and welcoming haven, now loomed before us, its facade etched with the lines of memories we'd created within its walls. The porch creaked in the gentle wind, a mournful sigh that echoed the ache in my chest. Rhys's hand brushed mine, a fleeting touch that sparked a flutter in my heart. Our eyes met, and for a moment, the world narrow
