29. Wait, Starla

In a car speeding through the night, Luna was restless, staring at the dark and empty road. The streetlights flashed by like ghostly shadows, accompanying a journey that felt long and endless. Her heart felt heavy, as if there was a burden that couldn’t be released. Even so, tears refused to flow, as if they had dried up by deep regret.

“I should have known from the beginning that we both liked the same person, Star,” she whispered with regret, while hitting the steering wheel in frustration. Those words echoed in her mind, hitting her consciousness hard.

The night wind gusted in through the slightly open window, bringing the scent of wet earth and leaves. The quiet night gave space for her thoughts to wander, back to times when everything felt simpler and more cheerful. Times when she and Starla laughed together, shared stories, and unknowingly, shared the same feelings for the same person.

“Why does it have to be this way, Star?” she asked the silent night, hoping the night wind could bring the answer. The soft music from the radio couldn’t calm her restless heart. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to hold back the surge of emotions.

The car kept moving, piercing the darkness of the night, taking Luna to an unknown destination. She only knew she needed to go, needed to get away for a while from everything that reminded her of the friendship that now felt fragile. Guilt and regret kept haunting her, making her feel lost in a labyrinth of endless emotions.

“Now I don’t know what to do,” she whispered softly. “So, what should I choose? My feelings, or our friendship, Star?”

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In the evening at downtown London, as light rain fell softly, creating an almost mystical harmony among the glow of the streetlights. For the man, this city was a living symphony, each beat merging with his pulse. Walking on the wet sidewalk with a thick coat protecting his body from the cold and rain, he felt like a character in a classic novel, wandering through corridors of time and memory.

The city lights reflected in the puddles created dancing shadows, like tiny stars trapped on the street’s surface. The drizzle, like a thin veil of silk covering the entire city, made everything seem more magical. Each falling drop formed small circles reflecting the streetlights, as if nature was conspiring to make this night more dramatic.

He walked slowly, savoring every moment. The rain produced a soft rhythm when it touched the asphalt, a sound that might be ordinary for many, but for him, it was the melody of his journey. His thick, dark coat was slightly marked by the falling rain. The soft wool material provided comforting warmth, yet it couldn’t fully block the cold creeping from the wet ground below.

In the middle of his walk, the man arrived at a small park. The lush trees surrounding the park stood like loyal guardians, providing shelter. The park benches, wet from the rain, looked deserted and quiet. Without hesitation, he stepped into the park, stopping in the middle, under a dim park lamp.

He looked up, gazing at the dark night sky. Thick clouds hung low, hiding the stars and the moon behind their dense blanket. The rain was still falling, each drop feeling like a gentle touch on his face. He took a deep breath of the wet earth’s aroma mixed with the scent of grass, calming a heart that seemed to run to the past.

“It’s been a long time since I always spent our time here, Starla,” he said with a tone full of longing. “I miss you so much, don’t you miss me too?”

Under the starlit night sky, the man stood by the edge of a calm lake, surrounded by tall trees and soft shadows. The twinkling stars in the night sky reflected on the lake’s surface, creating an almost magical scene. The cool night breeze carried the scent of wet leaves after the rain, adding to the nostalgic atmosphere that gripped his heart. Memories of Starla were so vivid in his mind, as if it were just yesterday they laughed together in this place.

“Starla, I can hear your voice among the rustling wind and the rippling lake,” he murmured softly, his eyes gazing far at the scattering stars. He imagined Starla’s figure with her flowing hair, her sweet smile, and her cheerful laughter that always managed to steal his heart.

Every corner of this place held traces of their memories. The wooden bench under the big tree where they often sat together, sharing dreams and hopes. The path along the lake where they walked hand in hand, feeling the simple joy of togetherness.

His heart was filled with deep longing. He missed Starla’s laughter, the way she viewed the world with wonder, and the gentle touch of her hand that always brought him peace. Time had passed, but the love and memories remained alive, dwelling in the depths of his heart.

“Even though we’ve been apart for a long time, my feelings remain the same until now,” he whispered with a smile forming on his lips. “Wait a little longer, I will find you and we will be together again, forever.”

In the distance, the sounds of the city could still be heard, faintly. The roar of vehicles passing by occasionally, the laughter and chatter of people hurrying to find shelter, all united in a symphony of the night. But here, in this park, it felt like the world was his own. There was no disturbing noise, only him and nature speaking in a language understood only by a calm heart.

The man closed his eyes for a moment, letting the rain wet his face. He felt every falling drop, like a blessing from the sky, reminding him of the small joys often forgotten in the busyness of days. Tonight, under the drizzle, he felt so alive, so connected to the world around him.

Time seemed to stop. He opened his eyes again, looking around with a renewed view. Every detail, every shadow, every reflection of light, all looked so beautiful and full of meaning. He realized that moments like these made life so precious. Not the grand and striking beauty, but the simple beauty hidden in the drizzle and the twinkling night lights.

With a lighter heart and a calmer mind, Nick continued his journey. His thick coat, though slightly marked by the rain, still provided warmth. He stepped out of the park, back to the busy city streets. That night, with all its glitter and rain, had given him a gift: a moment of meaningful silence, where he could feel true peace and happiness.

And under the increasingly late night sky, enveloping the lake and its surroundings with a blanket of silence, the man, with a heart full of memories, walked away, carrying the everlasting love for Starla in every step he took.