She stood by the window, half-lit by the morning sun, contemplating the echoes that once filled the room. Words unspoken, murmurs of yesterday, left lingering like the scent of rain on warm asphalt.
In the quiet of her mind, thoughts danced and fragmented, each piece a gravity well of emotion, pulling her down into the depths of memory, of laughter shared and promises whispered. Find your way through the silence.
There are places in our hearts that remain unvisited, untouched by the hands of time or the balm of healing. Here, in this silent space, the whispers grow louder, a cacophony of what could have been, and what was said in the quiet hours of night.
She wondered if the world outside remained the same, or if it too had shifted under the weight of new realities, like the subtle change in the meridian at dusk.