Alexander retreated to the secluded haven he had built for Roslyn, nestled deep within the jungle's embracing arms. This sanctuary, untouched by time, remained frozen in the memories of their love. Whenever Roslyn's absence became unbearable, Alexander would escape to this sacred refuge, seeking solace in the silence.
As he stepped into the cottage, every corner whispered tales of their passion. Every beam held the weight of their laughter; every brick was cemented with their tears. This was the place where their love had blossomed, where their first kiss still lingered in the air, where their hearts had been beating as one.
The memories of Roslyn's touch, her smile, and her whispers swirled around him like a gentle breeze, tantalizing his senses. Alexander's soul was forever entwined with this haven, this sanctuary of love. He couldn't escape the ghosts of their past, nor did he want to.