morning walks, the smell of fresh coffee, the sound of laughter among friends.
Yet, as the months went by, she found herself still holding onto the memory of Henry. He was a part of her life now, a strange, beautiful chapter that she would never forget.
One evening, as she walked through the city, she bumped into him.
Henry was standing outside a bookstore, his eyes meeting hers as if nothing had changed.
"Eleanor," he said softly, his voice full of longing. "I made a mistake. I thought leaving would make everything easier, but it only made me realize that you’re the one thing I don’t want to lose."
Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat. The strange days had led her to this moment, a moment of unexpected love, of second chances. She smiled, the ache in her chest finally easing.
"I’m glad you came back," she whispered. "I’ve missed you."
And in that moment, under the strange, unpredictable sky of Edinburgh, their love was reborn—stronger, deeper, and more certa