A sheltered space between shadows
In a hidden tavern, far from the urban bustle, the wooden tables bore witness to silent conversations and shared glances. Life seemed steeped in mystery, and a small coffee stain, constant like the echoes of an unforgettable past, adorned Alfred’s shirt. That stain symbolized the secrets that two friends, caught in the complexities of existence, shared.
Two lives intertwined by art
Alfred was a professor of philosophy; his classes were a journey through the depths of thinkers like Sartre. Despite the appearance of an ordered life, his mind was immersed in doubts and uncertainties. Every night, he promised himself to revise for exams, but his thoughts drifted to Anna, away from his family obligations.
A relationship marked by fate
Anna, with her restless soul, aspired to be a writer. His novels explored the angst and internal struggles of lonely characters, a reflection of his own inner battles. With a chance encounter during a literary conference, the paths of these two beings were nothing more than a chance crossing, but they discovered that their destiny was to share fleeting moments in that tavern, toasting the small victories of existence.
The ritual of meetings
Each meeting began with Anna, who, excited, occupied the corner table, asking for a good wine. While waiting for Alfred, he wrote down his ideas in a journal. He always arrived with a heart throbbing with anticipation. When they met, the outside world dissipated and their conversations became a space to imagine alternatives to their everyday lives.
Conversations that defy existence
The relationship between Alfred and Anna was like a constant dance between life and death. Sharing his deepest thoughts had become a necessary act; caresses and kisses were intertwined with questions about his own essence. He often remembered Sartre’s words, while she answered him with a wistful smile, aware that between them there was a connection that with time became more intense, but also more fragile.
An unexpected goodbye
One morning, the phone broke the silence. Anna, immersed in her morning routine, slowly got ready while a shadow of nervousness dominated her. But when the news of Alfred’s death came, she felt as if the world had taken away not only her companionship, but also a part of herself. The coffee stain would now represent, not just a memory, but a life marked by loss and melancholy.
A new perspective on memory
That allergic stain had become a symbol of the experiences lived between two hearts that had found and lost. Anna, with her soul marked by the lack of someone who had brought light to her life, realized that memories were both a refuge and a thorn that would never cease to sting. The passage of time does not erase what was experienced, but transforms the loss into a lasting memory.
