The evening sky was tinged with red, as if the city itself wanted to speak.
Maya pulled an old letter from her pocket. It was written by Rahul, ten years ago. As she unfolded it, memories flowed like a river—laughter, tears, and tiny bitter moments.
"Maya," the letter read, "I may not be by your side today, but every dawn, every ray of sunlight, is for you."
Tears welled up in Maya's eyes. She knew Rahul would never return. Yet the words sparked a warmth inside her that had never truly died.
She gently folded the letter and looked up at the sky. In her heart, she whispered, "You are here, in every memory."