The Last Bench

Maya used to sit every day on the old bench at the back of the schoolyard, the one she and Arman always shared their secrets on. But today, the bench was empty—Arman had moved to another city.
She took out her diary and began to write:
"Arman, everything feels incomplete without you. Every smile reminds me of you, and every hurt makes me feel your absence."
She held the pen tightly but couldn’t write another word. Tears welled up in her eyes. That bench wasn’t just wood and paint—it was a home for all their memories, laughter, and small joys.
Even though Arman was gone, Maya realized that some people leave, but their memories always stay with you, quietly shaping who you are.