The road stretched endlessly before them, the car's engine humming a steady tune. Ava glanced out the window, her heart still heavy with the lingering tension from their last conversation. The
memory of Alexander's cold, distant demeanor hung in the air like a storm cloud. She stole a glance at him. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw set as he stared ahead, silent but brimming with something unspoken.
"Where are we going?" Ava asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"To my grandmother's house," he replied curtly, not sparin glance.
The name struck a chord. She had only heard of the place in passing, a secluded house tucked away in the countryside. place Alexander rarely spoke of but seemed to hold a strange significance for him. The unease in her chest grew. Why now? Why there?
The journey was cloaked in silence until they reached the old house, its weathered exterior bathed in the fading light of the setting sun. The moment they stepped inside, Ava felt the weight of history pressing down on her. The house smelled of aged wood and memories, the kind that lingered like ghosts.
Alexander led her to the study, his movements purposeful but haunted. "Stay here," he murmured before disappearing upstairs.
Left alone, Ava's curiosity got the better of her. The room was filled with old books, photographs, and a sense of a life she knew nothing about. On the desk lay a leather-bound journal. She hesitated, her fingers brushing the cover. It felt wrong to pry, but something inside her whispered that this might hold the
answers she desperately needed.
Opening it, she was greeted by Alexander's handwriting-poetry, raw
and full of pain.
"The sunset is beautiful, isn't it? A bittersweet farewell in the sky
As colours blend & fade away
I whisper softly a gentle goodbye
I love you, but I release you now
Like petals carried the breeze
For love is not possession held, But freedom found in gentle seas
The sky adorned in fiery gold
A fleeting story softly told
This parting is gentle, like day's soft close
An end to our chapter where affection flows.
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
A symbol of love's poignant eautiful, isn't it?
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
A bittersweet farewell in the Sky
As colours blend & fade away
I whisper softly a gentle goodbye
I love you, but I release you now
Like petals carried the breeze
For love is not possession held, But freedom found in gentle seas
The sky adorned in fiery gold
A fleeting story softly told
This parting is gentle, like day's soft close
An end to our chapter where affection flows.
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
A symbol of love's poignant grace, As I watch you walk into the night,
I hold you in this
embrace.
As the stars emerge in the twilight,I release you with a gentle sigh knowing our paths diverge,
but our love remains my favorite lullaby
Before I close my watery eyes & let the blurry night begin
I must ask you as the day's begin last light fades thin-
Isn't suset the loveliest thing ever seen??"
The words cut through her, each line a window into a grief she couldn't fathom.
As she read furth found pages named Elana Hie dedicated to,
The words cut through her, each line a window into a grief she couldn't fathom. As she read further, she found pages dedicated to a woman named Elena. The words spoke of a love so deep, so consuming, it made Ava's chest ache. But then, the tone shifted. The poems became darker, filled with guilt
and anger. The final entry sent a chill
down her spine:
"If my life was a novel, you would come there four times—the title, the synopsis,the highlighted chapter, and the final page."
Ava closed the journal, her hands trembling. Who was Elena? And what had happened to her?