William.
He thought he had moved on. He tried to occupy his mind, to meet other people, to pretend that he had not been so deep. He repeated to himself that he had already overcome it. But there wasn't. Aoife was still in everything—in the places, in the songs, in the habits he couldn't leave behind. He remembered every detail. Her way, the laughter, the lightness that only existed when she was around. And that wasn't just nostalgia. It was a foul. Nothing he tried to replace came close. Everything led back to her. Aoife followed. But he didn't. And, deep down, he knew: he didn't miss anyone... He missed her. She was the one he loved the most, the person who had all his heart, and deep down, he knew, that he would never love anyone like he loved her and that he would have to do everything to win her back again.
About William.
He thought he had moved on. He tried to occupy his mind, to meet other people, to pretend that he had not been so deep. He repeated to himself that he had already overcome it. But there wasn't. Aoife was still in everything—in the places, in the songs, in the habits he couldn't leave behind. He remembered every detail. Her way, the laughter, the...Read more