Miles traveled to the old town of Paphos in late July, as he had done in previous years. He stepped into the bookstore, taking in the familiar scent that brought back a flood of memories and a rush of excitement. He browsed the shelves with anticipation looking for just the right book.
It was like an unspoken sentiment between them. Miles would go to the local cafe she owned, and they would talk for hours.
Miles quickened his pace, crossing the tram tracks, clutching the book in hand. His eyes searched for the cafe frantically, but it wasn’t there anymore.
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