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a Five Card Flickr story by CHANDELLE AND KARYLLE created May 03 2024, 05:09:11 pm. Create a new one!

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In the golden haze of the afternoon, I walk down the familiar streets. Suddenly, someone yells my name, "Anna!" I turn and smile as I see him running toward me. Reaching me, he pants, handing over the paper bag he's been holding. "What's this?" I ask, examining it. "Guess?" he says with a mischievous smile. My eyes widen, and I exclaim with joy, "Cookies? From my favorite bakery?" He nods, and I leap into his arms, hugging him tightly. I hear his chuckle and feel his arms wrap around me. "Thank you so much," I whisper.

"You're very welcome, darling," he replies, taking my hand as we resume our walk. We swing our arms, fingers entwined, as I share how my day went. Like my boss's compliments and my lunchtime choices—all while he smiles and nods along.

As the afternoon sun starts to set, casting a warm glow over the city, we walk in silence, savoring the moment. I gaze at the sky, where the sun lingers just above the horizon. His grip on my hand tightens, silently assuring me of his presence. A smile graces my lips. Reaching our favorite bench, he turns to me, still smiling. We sit, watching the day fade, observing people crossing the nearby bridge. But then, the sky shifts from blue to shades of black and white. Wait, shouldn't it be pink and purple?

Confusion sets in. Why are the colors fading? The world turns to gray and black. I look at him, seeking confirmation, but as I do, my smile fades like the dimming sky. His hand slips through mine like vapor. I reach out, desperate to hold on, but it’s totally pointless. He fades away, smiles at me, as if to reassure me that everything will be okay.

That was the moment reality crashed into me, a tidal wave of grief and realization. He was gone, had been gone for so long. The hospital room, the beeping machines, the sterile smell of antiseptic, they all came rushing back. The memories I had pushed away, locked deep within, they all broke free.

I stood there, under a sky that no longer held the promise of sunset, and I knew. I knew that the walks, the talks, the laughter, and the love—it was all in the past. He was part of a story that had ended, and I was left alone with the recollection of our life together.

And so, the story ends, not with a sunset, but with the night. A night filled with remnants of a love that once was, and the silence of a love that will always be.

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