83 Echoes of Love

Layla stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon, eagerly awaiting Ron's return. It had been weeks since he left for his military assignment, and the longing for his presence had become an almost tangible ache within her heart. She had missed his warm embrace, his laughter, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. But on that particular evening, Ron's arrival seemed delayed. The minutes felt like hours as Layla fought against the encroaching boredom that threatened to consume her. She decided to take matters into her own hands and distract herself from the ticking clock. With a sigh, she made her way to the bathroom, the sound of running water already soothing her restless mind. She undressed and stepped into the shower, allowing the warm droplets to cascade over her body, washing away the weariness of the day. As the water enveloped her, Layla closed her eyes, letting her thoughts wander to a time long ago, to the first man who had captured her heart. He, too, ha