𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

in another life.

"in another life maybe it was you and me"

the sun was setting over the quiet town, casting long shadows across the streets. y/n walked slowly down the familiar path that led to the old café, the place where her love story with walker had begun. the, now closed for the evening, stood as a silent witness to their history—a backdrop to their moments of joy and heartache.

y/n had spent the last few months trying to move on, but the past lingered in the corners of her mind. today, she had decided to revisit the café, hoping to find some clarity or closure. the memories were vivid, each corner of the place filled with echoes of their shared laughter and whispered promises.

as she approached, she saw walker sitting on one of the benches outside the café, a figure from her past now seemingly out of place in her present. he looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and sadness as he recognized her.

"y/n," walker said softly, standing up. "i didn't expect to see you here."

y/n managed a small. "i didn't expect to see you either. it's been a while."

they stood there for a moment, the silence between them filled with unspoken words. y/n took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking.

"i've been thinking about us a lot lately," she said quietly. "about what we had and what we lost."

walker nodded, his gaze fixed on the ground. "i've been thinking about it too. it's hard not to, especially when this place holds so many memories."

y/n glanced around, her heart heavy with nostalgia. "i remember when we used to come here all the time. we talked about our future, about all the things we'd do together."

walkers's voice was touched with regret. "we had so many dreams. but somehow, those dreams slipped away."

y/n's eyes filled with tears. "it feels like we were so close to something perfect, but then everything changed. now, it's like we're strangers."

walker looked at her, his face reflecting the pain of their shared history. "i've been haunted by that idea too. that maybe in another life, things could have been different. that maybe there, we would have loved each other right."

y/n wiped away a tear. "it's a comforting thought, but it's also heartbreaking. we were friends, then lovers, and now we're just two people who once meant the world to each other."

walker's voice was filled with sorrow. "i never wanted us to end like this. i never imagined that we would go from being so close to being strangers."

they sat down on the bench, the evening air cooling around them. the café's lights flickered on, casting a warm glow that seemed to highlight the emptiness of their current relationship.

"i've often wondered if we did something wrong," y/n said softly. "if we could have done something differently to make it work."

walker shook his head. "i don't think it's about what we did or didn't do. sometimes, things just don't work out the way we hope. we tried, but life had other plans for us."

y/n looked at him, her heart aching with the realization of their lost future. "we made promises, walker. we said we'd always be there for each other, but now it feels like those promises were just words that meant nothing."

walker reached out and took her hand, his touch both familiar and distant. "i know. and i'm sorry for the way things turned out. i'm sorry that we ended up here, where we're not even sure how to talk to each other anymore."

y/n squeezed his hand gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "i'm sorry too. for everything."

they sat together in silence, the weight of their past and present mingling in the quiet space. the café, with its familiar warmth, seemed to offer no comfort, only a reminder of what had once been.

as the night deepened, y/n stood up, her heart feeling both heavy and lighter. "i think it's time for us to let go of the past and move forward. we can't keep holding onto what could have been."

walker nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "you're right. it's time for both of us to find our own paths, to make peace with what we had and what we lost."

they embraced briefly, a final gesture of affection and farewell. once a symbol of their love and dreams, now stood as a testament to their journey and the inevitable separation.

as y/n walked away, the cool night air felt both liberating and touching. she glanced back one last time, seeing walker through the café's window—an image of the person she had once loved and now had to leave behind.

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