His voice was like embers on her skin, melting away the icy barrier that was built up between them with the heat from every word that he spoke. She burned for him.
There he stood, like a ghost from my past, wrapped in the fog of memories I could never quite shake. Owen. My first love, the boy who had stolen my heart with a single glance…
For a moment, I almost forgot how deeply lonely I was, lost in the beauty of it all. But reality came crashing back like the chill of this late autumn breeze.