Softer Than Memory
The name tag on his chest held two familiar words—as if she could ever forget.She tightened her grip on the champagne flute, rehearsing hello, but he spared her the attempt.“Hey,”…
The name tag on his chest held two familiar words—as if she could ever forget.She tightened her grip on the champagne flute, rehearsing hello, but he spared her the attempt.“Hey,”…
The gymnasium was decorated in gold and navy, the same colors as their graduation robes ten years ago.She hadn't planned on coming, but nostalgia had won. And now, standing near…
She wandered between crowded shelves, fingertips brushing worn bindings as if seeking a memory.Then a voice slipped into the quiet. “You still read the endings first?”She halted, heart thudding as…
The moment she stepped into the little bakery, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wrapped around her like a warm embrace.And then she saw him.He stood behind the counter, rolling…
The old fortune teller gripped her hand. “You’ve loved him before.”She laughed. “Who?”The woman only smiled.Days later, she met him at a party. The moment their hands touched, memories crashed…