Mereka duduk berseberangan, mengobrol tentang musik, buku, dan kenangan masa muda. Percakapan mengalir tanpa hambatan, seolah waktu berhenti sejenak. Ketika malam semakin larut, percakapan beralih ke hal‑hal yang lebih pribadi: cinta yang pernah hilang, rasa kehilangan, dan keinginan yang masih terpendam.
Our story began on a day much like any other. I had known Mary for a while, exchanging pleasantries over the fence that separated our homes. But it wasn't until the day her husband passed away that I saw her differently. The strength and resilience she showed during such a difficult time was admirable, and I found myself drawn to her warmth and kindness. Mereka duduk berseberangan