The late afternoon sun painted long shadows across the park as Amelia strolled, the gentle warmth sinking into her bones. A small smile played on her lips as she watched children chase pigeons, their laughter echoing like wind chimes. It was a perfect day. She reached the fountain, its water sparkling in the light, and sat on the edge, resting her chin on her hand. Then, from behind, she heard, "Hey, Amelia! Remember this place?" Liam, his face alight, was approaching, a nostalgic glint in his eyes.
"Of course," she said, her voice soft. "It's the very spot." Liam's eyes widened, a flicker of something she couldn't quite name passing through them.
"I thought… well, I thought we'd come here after the concert," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Remember? When we were all hyped up?"
Amelia tilted her head. "We went straight home. I remember being so tired; we even skipped dinner." She focused on the ripples in the fountain. The music had been awful, a cacophony of sound.
"No, no," Liam insisted, his voice rising slightly. "We got ice cream. Chocolate, right? And we talked about..." He trailed off, looking bewildered. "Don’t you remember?"
She took a deep breath. "Liam, we weren't even together."