Eternal Echoes

Prologue

The cityscape stretched out beneath the twilight sky, a canvas of lights twinkling like scattered stars. The room was shrouded in twilight, a soft, sorrowful glow casting long shadows across the floor. The sky outside the window mirrored her heart, a canvas of bruised purples and greys, heavy with unshed tears. Michaella sat by the window in her small apartment, the cool glass pressed against her forehead. Her eyes were distant, lost in memories that seemed both a lifetime away and just yesterday. As if searching the horizon for a glimpse of a lost future.

With a trembling hand, she reached for her pen, the only companion to her solitude. The ink flowed onto the paper like the tears she could no longer cry, each word a drop of her soul.

"If someone had told me that our last kiss would be our final farewell, I would have held on longer, savouring every moment, every breath, every heartbeat, and imprinting it in my memory forever."

Her mind drifted back to that bittersweet moment, the final touch of lips that had once been her entire world. She could almost feel the ghost of his kiss, the warmth that had seeped into her very bones.

"I would have felt the warmth of your lips against mine, soft and tender, lingering like the last rays of the setting sun. I would have closed my eyes to the world, drowning in the taste of you, the mix of sweetness and salt from our shared tears."

She paused, her breath hitching as the memories surged, unbidden but unstoppable. Her fingers traced the air where his hands had cradled her face, the sensation as vivid as if he was still there.

"I would have memorized the way your hands gently cradled my face, the way your breath intertwined with mine, and the silent promise that seemed to hang in the air between us."

Her voice broke as she whispered into the empty room, each word a plea to the void.

"I would have whispered all the unspoken words, letting the love and sorrow flood our souls, wishing time could stand still just a little longer."

The pen hesitated, and she pressed on, her heart pouring out onto the page.

"That kiss, our last kiss, would have been a symphony of emotions, an eternal moment of connection, forever etched into the depths of my heart."

She placed the pen down, her hand covering her mouth as the sobs finally broke free. The paper was soaked with her tears, each drop a testament to the love that had once been. The room echoed with her sorrow, a haunting melody of lost love and shattered dreams.

The sky outside darkened, a silent witness to her grief, as she sat by the window, mourning a love that was no more.