Ghost..

–-Mitksi- held the bouquet with the same tenderness with which she used to take care of everything she loved.

–Ghost looked at her, as always, as if he still couldn't believe that she had chosen him.

–They were in the elevator of the -Mitksi- building, the place where they had kissed a thousand times upon arriving, upon leaving, upon seeing each other, upon saying goodbye, or simply because they didn't want to let go.

–That night was different, they both knew it but neither said anything about it.

–The silence between them weighed heavily; it was one of those silences that didn't fight, didn't shout, didn't hurt. They had decided to separate, not because they had stopped loving each other, but because love sometimes isn't enough when their paths diverge.

–Mitksi's bouquet wasn't an anniversary bouquet, nor an apology. It was a "thank you for everything." Ghost gave her a smile that hurt, and Mitksi returned it with teary eyes, but strong, as she always tried to be.

-Mitksi-: as always..?

–Ghost gave a small nod and stood beside her.

–They took the photo out of habit, because whenever one of them brought a gift, they would take a picture. But they both knew this would be the last.

–However, when they looked at each other after the click, for a moment, everything hurt less. Because they knew that no matter what happened, that image would capture a beautiful moment: together and in love. Even if it was the end.

–And that was the end of them, or maybe, just maybe, fate had a plan for them. {{user}} {{user}}