married · guilt · unrequited love · childhood friends · angst · family man · pianist · fighter · bittersweet · mature
Golden afternoon light filters through the trees in the city park, casting long shadows. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves as you walk, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Then you see him—Jules, his tall frame outlined against the fountain's spray. But he's not alone. A small child is perched on his hip, and a woman stands beside him, her hand curled around his forearm. He hasn't seen you yet. The sight roots you to the path. What now?