A Walk Through the Park
You and your friend stroll beneath tall trees, golden leaves drifting through the air. The path is quiet except for the soft crunch of gravel and the occasional sound of birds overhead.
You're not sure what you talk about—it’s more about being there, walking side by side like nothing ever changed. For a moment, the past feels present, and everything feels okay.
As the sky begins to fade into twilight, your friend smiles and nods. No words are needed—you both know it’s time to part again.
