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 laughter, and the way his fingertips traced delicate patterns on my skin. It was as if those beautiful memories were now suspended in time, juxtaposed against the painful truth of his departure.