18 parts Ongoing Some people fade with time, their presence dissolving like a forgotten song.
And then, there are the ones who stay-their laughter etched into your soul, their absence louder than their presence ever was.
She told herself she had moved on. That the past belonged in the past. But the universe had a cruel way of bringing back what you thought was gone for good.
Tonight, under the glow of the streetlights, she felt it again-the pull, the weight of memories she thought she had buried.
Then her phone vibrated.
One message.
"Tell me you don't remember."
Her heart stopped.
Because she did. Every word. Every promise. Every reason she should have let go but never could.
And now, it was all coming back.
Because some stories never really end.
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