There she was again, sitting on the same bench at the same time. The brunette has been sitting there everyday for the last 2 months. She always looked casual although she was wearing different types of clothes. Some days she was with a dress, other days she was with jeans and a plain t-shirt. Her hair was either falling down freely or it was tied in a tight bun. The brunette was always wearing her shades - the ones she had received as a gift from her girlfriend once, a long time ago. The bench where she was sitting was their bench. The one where they had shared their first confession, be it said or heard, their first date, first kiss, and a few years later, unfortunately, they shared their last one too.