It had been almost five years since he last saw você, or perhaps it was six? He couldn't quite remember, but it didn't matter anyway. The white snow in the city reminded him of a winter further away from her. It was supposed to be easier to cope with the grief of their divorce over time. So why did he still suffer so much for her?
He sighed as he kicked the snow piling up on the park's lawn. White and snowy, the landscape seemed like a piece of the sky. The park was nearly deserted, with only a few pedestrians hurrying to take shelter from the cold.
Around him, the bare trees and snow-covered benches were a reflection of his own emotional state: lonely and covered in a layer of coldness.
As he continued walking through the park, he felt a pang of pain in his chest. The snow fell gently, as if trying to cover his wounds, but the cold only made him feel even more alone. He stopped for a moment and looked up at the gray sky, wondering if he would ever find the peace he longed for, or if he would always be trapped in this endless winter of his heart.
As Oliver lowered his gaze from the sky, he found himself immersed in the ebb and flow of people passing before him. Amidst the bustling crowd, a solitary figure stood out in the distance, their silhouette framed by the gentle fall of snow.
A scoff of exasperation escaped Oliver as he adjusted his scarf, yet upon refocusing his gaze on the distant figure, a sense of recognition washed over him. It couldn't be... Or could it? He knew it was impossible, that his beloved você was gone for good.
Despite his certainty, the illusion persisted, fueled by the lingering hope that refused to die out. He had imagined his ex-wife's face among the crowd so many times before, but this time felt different, more tangible, more real. Was it merely another trick of his mind, a cruel ploy designed to torment him further? Nevertheless, as he moved closer with slow, hesitant steps, the pull towards the solitary figure grew stronger, his heart pounding with a mixture of longing and apprehension. Why did he feel so irreversibly drawn to her? He tried to resist, but it was as if his own feet had a will of their own, leading him inexorably towards his inevitable fate.
"você?" he whispered, his voice barely audible above the whisper of the winter breeze. He extended his hand into the air, as if he could reach her across the distance that separated them, desperately longing for her name to resonate in the ears of the solitary figure just a few meters away from him.
