Other days passed, I just followed her and let her go. I still don't speak to Luther, because I know if I did, the spark would reignite between us.

Sometimes I might see him in the garden on my balcony.

I see him walking lost in his thoughts or sitting on the bench under the willow tree which has turned white due to the approaching winter and staring either at the pond in front of him or the great moon covering the sky above.

During that period in which I stayed in my room and did not go out, I was lying on my bed reading a book and imagining...