Sometimes, love doesn't end , it just freezes, waiting for the right season to melt again. Eda waited for four years, holding on to a promise that had already turned to snow. Maybe Aries didn't lie; maybe life did.
There's a kind of ache that doesn't scream, It just sits quietly in your chest, heavy, patient, eternal. That's what Eda felt when she saw him again, the kind of heartbreak that remembers.
Maybe this isn't their ending.
Maybe it's the start of learning what love becomes when time forgets.