I stood before the wall, staring at the remnants of peeling paint, the last traces of a memory we painted together in our first moment of unity. I thought it would last forever, just as I thought you would. But nothing lasts,not colors, not promises, not even you.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the fading remnants, as if I could still touch a piece of you. It felt as though the wall held echoes of your voice, your laughter, the words you once whispered to me. But everything here was silent, silent to the point of pain.

And then, those words remained: “Wish you were here.” I read them aloud, as if they were your final message to me. I smiled bitterly, feeling as if you had left those words behind for me to find, whispering to me even in your absence.

I closed my eyes,not to cry, but to feel you again, to try and draw your image anew in my mind, as we were, as you were… But even memories begin to fade, just like that painting

-Tokagbr