One Year and a Half
The sun had set for an hour or so at that time. My mind had been wandering also in a black hole; I might call it your heart. While I sat there, with a dark orange sky and hundreds of blinking yellow spots killing my sight, on this bench, the memorable one which left nothing but pain. "Such beautiful scenery" was the last utterance spoken by you, of course with me sitting beside you. Leaned back at the bench which I didn't know why it always smelled like Petrichor. It is my favorite one of all time. The view around me remained the same; the trees, the bench, and the hill with our favorite bench facing the city's scenery from above. My favorite song, Out of Reach from Gabrielle was accompanying me, recalling our times together. Looking back to the last two months was a piece of cake. I still had it all in mind. We were sitting on this bench, having dead air because the scenery was just so gorgeous until you said, "Look dear there's something we need to ta...