In the soft glow of the evening, Mia sat across from Jack at their favorite café. The air between them felt different—heavy, yet fragile. They’d shared countless moments here, but tonight was the last.
"I think we’ve changed," Mia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jack nodded, the words neither of them wanted to say lingering in the silence.
“It’s not the same, is it?” he replied, his eyes searching hers for an answer they both already knew.
They talked about the good times, the laughs, and the dreams they once shared. But in the end, they both realized that love, like time, sometimes drifts apart. No fight, no grand farewell—just two hearts quietly understanding they were no longer beating in sync.
With a final, soft smile, they stood up, walked out of the café, and let go of each other’s hands. Their story, now just a memory.
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