Kgundiem
Sometimes, you need to lose her to know you loved her.
You need the world to tear itself apart to understand that she was your center. You need the heart-wrenching pain, the nights drowned in tears that don't purge the guilt, and the strange weight of regret that envelops everything: the accident, the fights, every harsh word you can no longer take back.
"You don't know what you've got till it's gone."
That's the poisoned echo that now haunts Sophia. It's the truth she's repeated since everything fell apart. The sunsets, which once held the warm sound of their shared laughter, are now just a prelude to silence.
A silence that smells of daisies.
Her favorite flowers. The fragrant memory of the unpredictable girl, the troubled girl who made everything both bright and complicated. The ghost of Manon Bannerman fills every empty space, asking Sophia if love, in the end, is only learned when it's too late.