Rachel
I am alone in the living room of the place that holds some precious memories of my life. I don't know, but after being away for so many years from here, this place somehow makes me feel nostalgic.
"Nothing has changed," I whispered to myself as I took in the familiar surroundings.
Jayce walked with me. "I don't have the heart to change anything," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of sentimentality and reverence.
"Why?" I turned to him, curious about his reasons for not wanting to change anything. "Because," he replied, his eyes scanning the room, each piece of furniture, every photograph on the wall, they all hold a piece of our shared history. Changing anything would feel like erasing those memories.
I don't know what to say as I listened to Jayce's heartfelt explanati
