He showed me the way of the lake and we approached the bench in the middle of the serene surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling of reverence that washed over me. The bench seemed to hold a quiet dignity, as if it had borne witness to countless moments of love and loss over the years. Its weathered surface bore the marks of time, but there was a timeless quality to it that made it feel almost sacred.
Mason came to a stop beside the bench, his gaze fixed on the weathered wood with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. I followed his gaze, my heart aching at the raw emotion etched into his features.
"Every time I see you, I don’t see Marissa," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "But I see this bench. This is where we first shared our kiss… And this was also the last time I saw her."
