As I walked down the road on a warm  afternoon, I came across a pair of lovebirds - a fiancé and fiancée. They were holding hands, their fingers intertwined, and the sight made me smile. I admired them from afar, remembering my own days of young love. But something in their body language caught my attention, prompting me to observe them more closely.

Intrigued, I began following them at a discreet distance. I told myself I wanted to see how they expressed their love, perhaps to learn from it. In reality, I was simply curious - and maybe a little lonely.

Suddenly, they separated their hands. The woman stopped walking, her posture stiffening. I pretended to be waiting for someone, trying to appear casual as I watched the scene unfold. They engaged in a hushed but heated argument, their voices carrying on the breeze.

The woman stood still, her shoulders shaking as she began to shed tears. The man, his face a mask of frustration, continued walking. I was shocked. How could people go from holding hands one minute to this the next?

My heart went out to the crying woman. As a fellow lady, I felt a sense of solidarity. I didn't want to intervene, but I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. The man was now almost a hundred meters away, his strides long and angry.

To be continued…… read chapter two for the full gist.😊😊