In the hushed ambiance of her living room, Sam found herself seated on a well-worn couch, her gaze locked onto a letter clutched tightly in her hands. Outside, the rain drummed persistently against the windowpane, setting the stage for a narrative steeped in melancholy.The letter held the weight of a bygone era, and as Sam's eyes traced the sentences, a subtle sadness cast a shadow upon her features. The words within were like a portal, transporting her back to a time when laughter echoed through the sunlit park. In those moments, she and Amir had been inseparable, their joy painting