She couldn’t quite understand it, but it felt like he was hiding a sadness that no one else could see. As the weeks passed, their conversations became a comforting routine, an anchor in the storm of memories that threatened to overwhelm him.
Carla’s laughter, her warmth, and her passion for life reminded him of the beauty he had fought for and lost. Each evening, he would sit in the corner of the pub, a quiet observer of life around him, cherishing the moments spent with her.