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.