There was no one around—only the whispering sound of the passing wind. Even the breeze felt different today, as if it had been holding back years of unspoken sorrow. The sun was slowly setting, and birds were quietly returning to their nests. As the wind brushed past her ears, her earrings swayed gently - just like forgotten memories being stirred ones again  She just  sat quietly by the edge of the old well, her legs dangling above the still, fearless water. The sun was setting, bathing everything in a golden hue—everything but her eyes. Beside her lay an old diary, its