As I roamed around the dimly lit rooms of the house, a melancholic aura surrounded me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness, knowing that Brett had truly left. It had been a week since my memories resurfaced, flooding my mind with bitter-sweet recollections of our time together.

　　The memories came rushing back to me, like whispers from the past that demanded attention. I remembered the sparkle in Brett's eyes as he shared his dreams with me, the warmth of his ...