As I walked alone on the deserted beach, the cold wind whipping my hair into a frenzy, I couldn't help but feel the weight of my shattered heart. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore echoed the turmoil that ravaged my soul.

It had been three months since the breakup, but the pain still felt like an open wound. Every breath I took, every step I made, reminded me of him. The memories of our laughter, our adventures, and our quiet moments together haunted me like a ghost.

I...