"-Book an Italian restaurant (don’t even think about Chinese)
-Use red and black glittery things to decorate (it’s her favourite)
-Do not, under any circumstance, write her age on the cake.
— Gift list —
Purse (red one)
Handbag (the one we saw at the mall)
That blue nosepin
Perfume
Red heels
Scented candles (pumpkin)
Box of chocolates"
The app did its job perfectly.
It reminded me of everything-one by one-like it always did. Every plan, every detail, every little thing I didn’t want to forget. Especially today. The same day, one year later, since we met.
The restaurant was booked.
The decorations were ready.
The gifts were wrapped, sitting quietly in the corner, waiting for hands that would never reach for them.
A notification popped up again.
“Don’t forget the cake.”
I almost laughed.
No age on it. She hated that.
What could an app do?
How could it know…
that she had already left.
leaving me behind in a world where everything was still on time,
except her.
