As autumn arrived, the air grew colder, and the leaves turned to shades of gold and crimson. Yet, my heart felt heavy with the weight of uncertainty. I watched as Mia retreated further into herself, her laughter replaced by silence. It was as if she was battling demons I couldn't see, and I was powerless to help her.
One evening, I found her in the village square, staring blankly at the ground. "Mia, please talk to me. I'm here for you," I urged, desperation creeping into my voice.
She looked up, her eyes glassy and distant. "Bornwell, I don't know how to explain it. I feel like I'm losing myself, and I don't know how to find my way back."
Her words pierced my heart. "You're not losing yourself. You're right here with me. We can figure this out together," I said, reaching for her hand.
But she pulled away, and I felt a part of me shatter. "I can't keep pretending everything is okay. I need to figure out who I am without you."
The realization hit me like a cold wave. She was choosing to walk away from us, from the future we had dreamed of together. I was left standing in the darkness, wondering, "Why me?"