It seems that regret always comes last. Like him, when he saw the pain he caused her, only then did he feel true regret.

In the depths of darkness and pain, amidst the sorrows of life, she emerged like a beacon of light, her eyes meeting his, bringing him solace and tranquility with her dance amidst the crowd.

Sometimes, the dreams we weave for ourselves are not the ones fate intends. But even amidst the shattered fragments, new beginnings can bloom, and love can find its way in unexpected and beautiful forms.

I have witnessed countless nightmares, yet this one gripped me with a fear unlike any other. If it truly came to pass, all I could do was weep into the void- drowning in regret for the mistakes I made in my final moments, fleeting seconds that carved themselves deep within me. Perhaps this is what will lead to my fading from the world above.

In the fleeting encounter, I learned that true beauty lies not in the grand gestures, but in the quiet moments of human connection, a shared song, and a whispered story.