Flashback Original Direct

The rain on Alex’s face felt different now. It wasn’t cold anymore. It was just water.

And for the first time in three years, he believed it. flashback original

They never got the coffee. Leo got a call from his gallery—a last-minute showing. He’d bounded off the bridge, kissed Alex on the forehead like a blessing, and said, “Next Tuesday. Same place. Bring courage.” The rain on Alex’s face felt different now