After saying my goodbyes to Layla, I stayed behind for a while, sitting quietly on a weathered bench near the port. The breeze was cool and salty, brushing gently against my face, but it did nothing to fill the strange emptiness settling in my chest.
Letting her go… yeah, that hurt more than I expected.
Even though I knew it was the right thing—probably the safest option for her—it still felt hard. There was this dull void inside me now, like part of my world had gone quiet.
But even through the ache, I couldn't help but reflect on something: having a girlfriend, doing those little things with her—laughing, holding hands, stealing glances like they were precious secrets—it was honestly one of the most incredible experiences life had to offer.
