That night Felt heavier than usual.
The next day, Rose stood in the garden, her fingers gently brushing against the leaves of the plant they had grown together.
Every flower, every corner of that garden held memories, moments she wasn't ready to leave behind.
Yichen stood a few steps away, silent.
"Say something...." Rose whispered.
But Yichen didn't know how.
He had never been good with words, especially with the ones who mattered.
"When are you leaving?" He finally asked.
"Maybe.....in a few weeks."
A few weeks, it sounded like just a few minutes.
Yichen clenched his fists.
"That's.....soon."
Rose nodded.
The silence between them wasn't peaceful anymore.
Days passed, but everything felt different.
They still met in the garden, still talked, still laughed. But underneath there was fear.
One evening, as the sky turned gold, Rose gathered the courage.
"Yichen... I need to tell you something."
"Hm....." He looked at her.
Her heart raced.
"I...."
Her phone rang.
She stopped, and received the call, her mother.
"Rose, come home, your father's friend is visiting us in sometime."
The moment slipped.
Later that night, she stared at her phone, wondering if she should text him.
But some words.... don't belong in messages.