Chapter 11: A Final Meeting

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Two years had carved chasms between them. But fate, cruel and kind, orchestrated a reunion. Durban's promenade—the place where they'd shared ice cream and dreams—beckoned.

Sanele stood there, rain-soaked and haunted. Thandiwe was by his side, her laughter like distant thunder. Anthony approached, his heart a fragile thing.

"Anthony," Sanele said, his eyes pained. "I miss you."

Thandiwe watched, her gaze curious. "Who's this?"

Anthony's voice cracked. "I'm the past."

Sanele's touch ignited memories—salt, summer, stolen kisses. "I loved you," he confessed.

"But you left," Anthony whispered. "And now—"

Thandiwe tugged at Sanele's sleeve. "Let's go."

As they walked away, Anthony's tears merged with the rain. The jacaranda tree wept with him. He watched them disappear into the mist, knowing that love could be both a lifeline and an anchor.

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