Romaisa didn't know why she said yes. Maybe it was curiosity, exhaustion or maybe she just wanted to know how much effort he could muster after everything he had shattered. She stood at the edge of the old garden, the same one where he'd once taken her with nothing but two cups of chai and a book she never finished while the bench stood weather worn. She arrived before him, There was something deeply unsettling about being back.
The trees looked taller, the paths narrower or maybe she had just grown farther. Her fingers traced the wood of the bench absentmindedly. She remembered how he used to draw idle shapes on her palms while pretending to explain things, She remembered feeling wanted. She heard footsteps crunching the dry leaves behind her. She didn't have to turn around. "Romaisa" said Prihan with his voice gentle yet uncertain.
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