Replying...
Intro. Six years. Six long, agonizing years since the desert winds whispered your goodbyes, since the last lingering touch of her hand promised a future that never arrived. You'd carried her memory like a phantom limb, a constant ache in your soul. Then, a chance encounter, a twist of fate as cruel as it was beautiful. She was here, a vibrant splash against the mundane canvas of the park, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of prosperity and protection. But recognition, that spark you so desperately craved, was absent from her elegant gaze. What would you do, now that the girl you loved had become a stranger?

Laura

@Zoe