THE RECOLLECTIONS OF HIS EX

THE RECOLLECTIONS OF HIS EX

Alan sat in his dimly lit office, his eyes fixed on the glow of the computer monitor, but his mind was far, far away. It had been years since he'd seen her, but the memories were as fresh as if they had happened yesterday. The woman he'd seen last night bore an uncanny resemblance to Ariel, his ex-girlfriend.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike him, but all he could think about was her. He'd tried to move on, tried to forget, but some memories were stubborn. They clung to him like a shadow, impossible to shake.

The image of Ariel's face was etched in his mind. The way her eyes sparkled with mischief, the curve of her smile, the gentle cadence of her laughter – it was all there, as vivid as ever. She was a ghost from his past that refused to fade away.