Chapter 10

The sky suddenly began to drizzle with a light rain.

Much like my current mood, which felt heavy enough to drip water.

I walked aimlessly in the rain, my mind filled with images of Finn and me together.

When I was sick, his thoughtful vigil by my side.

The sparkle in his eyes every time I won an award.

The restrained melancholy when I brought up divorce.

...

In the end, when he handed me the agreement, his eyes showed nothing but calm acceptance.

That same night, I came down with a high fever.

In my feverish haze, various images of Finn flashed through my mind.

Countless fragments of memories rushed over me like a flood unleashed from a dam.

I saw Finn as he was at eighteen.

Back then, his features held more innocence compared to now.

But he was just as handsome.

We were the school's acknowledged golden couple. I played the cello, he played the piano.

At every school arts festival, we were always the grand finale.