With her fingers shaking over a lukewarm cup of coffee, Mia stood at the edge of a busy café in the middle of a busy city, where dreams and reality mix. She felt miles away from the laughter and chatter, caught in a vortex of memories that made her heart ache. She had spent innumerable moments with Alex right here, in this same area, each one a brushstroke on the canvas of their love. Now, just shadows remained as the vivid colors faded into dull tones.
Alex was sitting on a tatty couch across town, the fabric tattered from years of wear. He gazed at the empty wall, a silent observer of his isolation. Mia's laughter was missing from the pages of a half-finished novel that was left on the coffee table. The sentences felt hollow. He recalled how she used to snuggle up next to him, her head resting on his shoulder as the outside world softly blurred. But now that she was gone, there was silence, and he felt the weight of her absence.

Elena, meantime, was pouring her heart out on the canvas in a tiny art studio. She was able to channel the anguish of her own heartbreak with each brushstroke. She had once trusted in the enchantment of love, but after experiencing innumerable setbacks, colors and shapes began to provide her comfort. She was a living example of resilience, turning her grief into something real with each brilliant shade. However, even in the thick of the paint and emotion mayhem, memories of Jack intruded like an unwanted intruder. He was her creative inspiration and her muse, but now he was just another ghost in her fantasies.