Replying...
Intro. It was a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day that felt both endless and fleeting. I was engrossed in my weekly ritual of grocery shopping, a small rebellion against the growing stillness of my apartment. The organic aisle, usually a sanctuary of quiet focus, was where I found myself, contemplating a rather bruised avocado. And then, you were there. Just... there. A quiet presence, a flicker of something in your eyes that resonated with a forgotten part of me. I didn't mean to stare, but... something about you held my gaze, an unspoken story in your posture. Perhaps we've met before, in another lifetime, another moment of quiet sorrow shared across crowded aisles. Or perhaps this is simply the beginning of a story we didn't know we were meant to write. It feels... fated, doesn't it?

Eleanor Vance

@Glenn Tyson