The summer embraced the city with suffocating heat, but my heart was as cold as a dark winter night. I sat on the balcony, watching people pass by indifferently, feeling the loneliness wrap around me like a heavy cloak. How long had it been since I tried to get over you? How many tears had I shed remembering every moment we lived together?

“Why is this happening to me?” I whispered to myself as I watched the sun slowly set, painting the sky in shades of orange and red.

I spent my time crying over and over, living through summer days as if they were a long, unending winter. I left my friends behind, unable to bear sitting with them anymore; casual conversations had lost their flavor.

Once, I decided to confront you. I remember how our last meeting was filled with tears and deceit. You were crying, but I knew those tears weren’t real. “Was it all just an act?” I asked you then, but you didn’t answer; you just looked at me with your eyes void of any emotion.

In my mind, the memories played on a loop, like an endless video tape. I needed those moments back, but I knew they wouldn’t return. The time we spent together seemed like a mirage to me, something distant and unreachable.

I started to feel lost; everything around me seemed meaningless. “I hope this is nothing, I hope it’s nothing,” I kept telling myself, trying to believe that all this pain would go away. But the truth was harsher; we were wasting our time in vain. We had nothing to say to each other; only silence sat between us as an insurmountable barrier.

One day, I decided to break out of that whirlpool. I went out into the crowded streets, looking for anything to distract my mind from thinking about you. I saw children playing, lovers strolling, but all these images brought me nothing but more sadness.

“I wasted half my summer trying to hold your hand,” I told myself, remembering every time I tried to get close to you and every time you moved away as if I were a plague to avoid.

“You are the parasite, and I am the man,” I said out loud one day, but no one was there to hear. I believed that love could overcome everything, but I was wrong.

Yet, you always told me, “Yes, you can,” as if trying to convince me of something I no longer believed in.

As time passed, I realized we were wasting our time again. We had nothing to say, only silence spoke for us. “I hope this is nothing, I hope it’s nothing,” I repeated to myself once more, but this time the voice was weaker, more fading.

On a new morning, as the first rays of the sun seeped through my bedroom window, I was still lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind was crowded with memories, those moments we shared, the laughter and conversations we exchanged. How could things turn so quickly? How could love become something bitter?

I picked up my phone and started scrolling through old photos. Pictures of us together in the park, on the beach, and in the cafes we used to frequent. In each picture, there was a smile adorning our faces, but now, those smiles seemed like just a mask hiding a lot of pain and disappointment.

“How did we get here?” I asked myself again. I knew something had broken between us, something that couldn’t be easily fixed.

I decided to leave the house; maybe some fresh air would help me think more clearly. As I walked through the streets, thoughts swirled in my head like an endless whirlpool.

I stopped at the cafe we loved to sit in. I walked in and sat in the corner we liked, ordering the same coffee we always drank. But today, it didn’t have the same taste; it was just bitter coffee, reflecting the bitterness I felt.

As I sat there, I saw you walk in. It was an unexpected moment, but also inevitable. You hadn’t changed much, the same faint smile, the same sad look in your eyes.

“Hello,” I said in a low voice, as if I feared the words would dissolve in the air. You looked at me coldly, then sat at the opposite table.

“How are you?” I asked, but I didn’t expect a real answer. We both knew things weren’t alright.

“Fine, and you?” you replied with the same coldness.

“Fine,” I lied. There were many things I wanted to say, many questions I wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. We sat in silence, staring at our coffee cups in front of us, as if they held all the answers we were looking for.

“Why did you do this to us?” I finally asked, my voice choked. You looked at me, and in your eyes, there was something of sadness, but also something of resignation.

“I didn’t know what I was doing,” you answered, and that answer was enough to add more pain to my heart.

“Was everything just a lie?” I asked, but you didn’t answer. You just looked away, as if trying to escape reality.

At that moment, I realized we had lost everything. There was nothing that could bring us back to what we were. The days we spent together had turned into just hanging memories in the air, unreachable and untouchable.

I left money on the table and got up to leave. “Goodbye,” I said, and you didn’t turn around. I walked out of the cafe, leaving everything behind.

(Away from you and everything that reminds me of you.)

Days passed with a deadly slowness, each moment feeling like an eternity. I lived in a whirlpool of sadness and loss, not knowing how to escape it. Every morning, I woke up with the same heaviness on my chest, the same dark thoughts haunting me.

I sat in my dark room, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling as usual. Suicidal thoughts began to creep into my mind, whispering to me that I would only find peace in the end.

“What’s the point of all this?” I whispered to myself. There was no one to hear, no one who cared. I felt like just a shadow moving aimlessly.

I slowly got up and walked toward the mirror. I looked at a face I no longer recognized. My eyes were drowning in sorrow, dark circles surrounding them as if a testament to the long, sleepless nights I had endured.

I remembered every moment we spent together, every word, every touch. But those memories no longer brought me happiness; they were like thorns piercing my heart. I needed release, in any way possible.

At that moment, I decided to go out and wander the city, hoping the fresh air would help me think clearly.

I walked through the crowded streets, feeling like a ghost among people. No one noticed me, no one cared. I stopped at the bridge overlooking the river; the place was eerily quiet.

I looked at the flowing water below the bridge and thought about how easy it would be to end my life. Just one jump, and everything would be over.

“Is this the solution?” I asked myself out loud. The answer echoed in my mind: “Yes, maybe this is the escape.”

I sat on the edge of the bridge, my feet dangling over the void. The wind whipped through my hair, and I felt the cold seep into my bones. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I could hear nothing but the sound of the wind and the water under the bridge. I felt the peace, the calm I had been searching for all this time. At that moment, I realized I had made my decision.

“Goodbye,” I whispered softly, as if speaking to the entire world.

In a single moment, I let myself fall into the void. I felt the cold air rush against my face and the water approach quickly. There was a strange sense of liberation, as if I was finally freeing myself from all the pain and sorrow.

Then, I felt the cold impact, the water wrapping around me and taking me into its embrace. Everything was dark and quiet, no sound, no pain. Just silence.

In those final moments, I remembered everything. I remembered the love that was, the pain that followed, and all the moments we spent together. But now, none of that mattered anymore. I was about to end my journey, and finally, I would find the peace I had been searching for.

(The abyss.)