So they may laugh while he dine alone, when the vivid memories lashes his heart in pain instead.

Her giggles and her scent are still in his memories, but is he the only one who can’t forget?

He could still remember the scent of the roses he hid to surprise her, but he just watched it wilt in the books that he never read, for she didn’t kept it inside her heart.

He could still remember it all. So he can only dream that her hands hold his as she laugh at the silly jokes they made, but it’s all just a memory.

He would try not to dine alone, not begging but hoping for her to chose to dine with him again.

Just a Dream
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