The morning air tasted crisp against Amelia's skin as she walked, a lightness in her step that had been missing for years. She hummed a tuneless melody, swinging her arms, the vibrant green of the park a welcome sight after months of gray office buildings. Reaching the old oak tree, the one she and Leo had carved their initials into, she felt a surge of energy. This was going to be the day. She’d meticulously planned the picnic basket, packed with Leo's favorite sandwiches. She imagined the surprise on his face.
"Excuse me," a voice startled her. A woman with bright pink hair was standing beside her, a curious look on her face. "Do you mind if I sit here? It's lovely under this tree."
Amelia, caught off guard, smiled. "Not at all. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"It is," the woman replied, settling onto the grass. She opened a book, a cheerful yellow cover.
Suddenly, a man walked toward them. "Sarah? There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." He turned to Amelia. "Sorry, my wife. She wanders." He gave a jovial chuckle.
Amelia's breath hitched. That was Leo. He looked exactly the same, but... "Leo?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
He blinked, confusion furrowing his brow. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
The picnic basket felt suddenly heavy in her hand. A strange hollowness began to fill her chest.