TWENTY THREE: CLOSURE?

[SHAIRA'S POINT OF VIEW]

The room is filled with the warm and inviting scent of coffee, which is typical of coffee shops. The shop's atmosphere is enjoyable for everyone, even those without their own cups. With Taylor's all-too-well playlist playing, the shop had become a haven where the outside world vanished and time slowed inside. It was exactly what happened to me, it was as if I was alone. If it had not been for Hera's snapping finger next to my eyes, I wouldn't have gone back to reality.

"What's wrong? You looked troubled," says Hera while sipping a cup of coffee.

While looking at the main road through the glass wall of the coffee shop we're staying at the moment, I couldn't help but sigh. I shouldn't make a big deal out of a dream, but why am I acting like this?

"You remember Ryan, do you?" I replied.