#3 Sunday

"Ah, Sunday... hello." You said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips as you locked eyes with your ex-lover, Sunday. How could you possibly move on when the memories of the past still clung to you, even after 11 long years? Thishe laughter, the smiles, the kisses — oh, how you missed it all.

The two of you stood there, motionless, gazing at each other as the delicate petals of the Blossom Tree swirled in the wind, falling gracefully around you.

Sunday smiled back. "Hello, Xian."

His voice was calm, carrying a tone of someone who had long moved on and built a new life. But how? How could he leave behind everything you shared over those 11 years? The memories, the love... and yet, he had moved on.

A sharp pang pierced your chest as your smile faltered for a brief moment. Swallowing the ache, you met his eyes again and forced a warm smile to your face.