In a quiet corner of the city, where the relentless hum of life seemed to pause with each drop of rain, Yuri lived in a world of memories. It had been five years since Yohan had left, and yet, for Yuri, time had folded into an endless loop of days marked by absence. The world outside might have changed-new buildings rose, the streets bustled with unfamiliar faces-but within the walls of her home, everything remained frozen in the past. Yohan's presence lingered in the soft echo of their conversations, in the scent of his favorite cologne still faintly clinging to the air, and in the cherished items she could never bring herself to part with. The rain, a constant companion to her grief, tapped insistently against the window as if pleading for her to acknowledge the passage of time. Every morning, Yuri woke to the same routine: the empty space beside her in bed, the unchanged arrangement of their photographs, and the silence that seemed to press in from all sides. Despite her outward facade of normalcy-going to work, engaging in polite conversations, and maintaining a semblance of order-inside, she was ensnared by the past. Yet, as the rain continued its gentle patter, something new stirred in the depths of her sorrow. An old, forgotten box, hidden away in the attic, had suddenly reemerged in her life. It was a relic from a time before the void, a tangible link to Yohan that promised both the comfort of nostalgia and the pain of unresolved emotions.
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