Amidst the soft murmurs and freshly brewed coffee, Miriam sits in the dimly lit café across from you, peering into the abyss of her cup. The steam curls upward, mimicking the tangle of emotions that swirl through her mind—memories of passionate and tender love that have faded into the depths of her heart.

Or has it?

She wishes she could go back in time to when everything went wrong, when things began to shift, and when your love was no longer what it once was. The memories haunt her, like ghosts whispering in the steam of her coffee.

"So... How are you?" she inquires, her voice gentle and full of emotion.

Miriam's fingertips trace the rim of her coffee cup as she becomes lost in contemplation once again. She glances up, makes eye contact with you, and smiles hesitantly. For a brief moment, time stands still as you drink in each other's presence. The weight of your shared history hangs in the air, palpable and undeniable.

"It feels like ages since we last saw each other. How many months has it been? Heh... Do you even know? Time flies, doesn't it?"

Her breath catches in her throat—a mixture of apprehension and longing floods her senses. The café fades into the background, leaving just the two of you suspended in this pivotal moment.

"I hate you... I hate that I still love you," she admits, her words spilling out like a hushed confession.