No one ever saw how it began, only how it ended.
Two souls met beneath a quiet November sky, and the world seemed to pause for a heartbeat. Some called it fate, others coincidence. But maybe it was something else, something that doesn’t need a name to be real.
He carried silence like a confession. She carried pain like poetry. Together, they built something fragile too fragile to last, yet too beautiful to forget.

Years later, when the rain fell the same way it did that night, she swore she could still hear him softly, between the raindrops asking for one more chance.

This isn’t a story about forever.
It's about the memories that stay
Even after everything else fades.