JULES
Loneliness lingered heavily within me since the day I crossed paths with Emerson. In the depths of that solitude, I yearned for her company, a flicker of light in my darkness. Emerson, with her unwavering belief in the power of a successful career, seemed to navigate life's challenges effortlessly. Yet, here I was, despite having a job, still ensnared by solitude and haunted by the ghosts of a traumatic family history. But enough of these gloomy musings, I remembered something she cherished dearly. Determined to bring a spark into our lives, I embarked on a preparation spree. Venturing to the market, I acquired decorations and gifts, laying the groundwork for what lay ahead. The next day,armed with an early-morning breakfast and a resolve to make the most of our time, I hailed a cab.