Whispers of fate

The unfinished symphony

The sketchbook revealed more than Emily’s art. It held Daniel’s unfinished novel—their love story woven into prose. She read his words, tears blurring the ink. He wrote of rain-soaked kisses, moonlit walks, and the ache of longing. But the final chapter remained blank.

Emily vowed to complete it. She sat at their table, sketching rainbows and writing Daniel’s legacy. The café’s owner, Mrs. Lawson, watched with knowing eyes. “Love transcends time,” she said. “Finish what he started.”