Isabella
By the time we left the café, the sun had begun its slow descent, spilling warm shades of gold across the quiet path that wound around the lake.
Neither of us seemed in any hurry to leave.
Our empty cups and untouched dessert plates had long since been cleared away, yet somehow, the conversation still lingered between us, as if part of it remained sitting at that little table.
The breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and water as we walked side by side as the familiar rhythm of my walking stick blended with Dylan's steady footsteps.
Neither of us spoke and for once, the silence didn't frighten me. It simply... existed.
I drew in a slow breath as somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized something.
I'd done it. I'd finally spoken about the accident without feeling lik
