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The air was thick with scent: a trace of black tea curling into something deeper — cedarwood, musk. A scent she had once worn for him. At the piano, Anthony glanced up. It had been years, but recognition was instant, like the first bite of something once beloved.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-end=\"114\" data-start=\"46\"\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eFrancesca's face was a mask of astonishment, her eyes wide and her expression blank, while tears slowly gathered in the corners. She couldn’t look away; her gaze was locked on him as she grasped her children's hands, as if she were frozen in that moment. Anthony watched her, understanding flashing across his face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnthony: \u003cem\u003e\"For old times' sake.\"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt wasn’t a request. It wasn’t even directed at her. It was a quiet declaration, spoken only through the keys. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eAnd so, Anthony began playing a song on the piano — not a grand overture, nor the crashing weight of regret, but a song they had once loved, a gentle retelling of a story that had once been theirs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn the soft glow of candlelight, Francesca let herself drift. How different would the world have been if they had stayed together? The music painted a world that never was: crisp autumn afternoons, golden apples plucked from an orchard, the warmth of tea shared in porcelain cups. In this imagined past, there was no choice to be made, no roads diverging. There was only them, wrapped in the scent of something fresh yet warm, something fleeting, something that lingered but could never be grasped.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnd then, the song reached its final note. The room exhaled with it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe met his eyes once more. A smile — not of longing, not of sadness, but of gratitude. They had lived their story, even if it hadn’t been the one they dreamed of. And in that moment, in that lingering scent, in that final note, their epilogue was written.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe turned, took her children’s hands, and walked away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSometimes, certain things are just not meant to be. Anthony was the love of my life. Francesca was the apple of my eye.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Epilogue","offers":[{"title":"50ml","offer_id":40452526833728,"sku":"","price":89.0,"currency_code":"SGD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0577\/3505\/3376\/files\/theappleofmyeye-square.png?v=1774682353"},{"product_id":"under-the-litchi-tree-edp","title":"Under the Litchi Tree","description":"\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eThe afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting shifting patterns of gold and shadow on the earth below. Francesca’s fingers brushed the rough bark of the old litchi tree, her touch lingering as if tracing the lines of a cherished memory. It had stood at the heart of her childhood, its sprawling branches a testament to the many seasons it had witnessed. Now, as she stood beneath its shade, she felt the weight of time, the pull of nostalgia, and the spark of something new.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\"This is where it all began,\" she murmured, her voice tinged with reverence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAnthony’s hand reached out, his fingertips grazing a low-hanging branch, as though he could feel the years embedded in its weathered skin. He glanced around, taking in the serene beauty of the place. Anthony could see why it meant so much to her. There was something timeless about this spot, something that transcended the years that had passed. The scent of rose and vetiver hung in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of cedarwood and the faint, sweet undertone of burnt sugar.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\"You’ve brought me to a beautiful place,\" Anthony said, his gaze softening as he turned to face her. \"A place that means everything to you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eFrancesca shook her head slightly, a soft smile curling at her lips. \"I come here whenever I need to think. It feels like... a secret only I understand.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eAnthony studied her, noting how the light caught in her eyes, amplifying the quiet strength she carried within. \"And now you’re sharing it with me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eFrancesca laughed softly, the sound a quiet reflection of the moment. \"I am.\" She leaned against the tree, her breath a soft exhale into the stillness. 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It reminded her of the fig trees from her childhood, still warm from the sun. Beneath that, she sensed a deeper warmth: plum-rich, touched with cinnamon, and layered with something she couldn’t quite define. It was a blend of resin, vanilla, and smoke, the kind that lingers quietly in the folds of time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"\" data-end=\"1041\" data-start=\"822\"\u003eThey wandered through parks brushed in gold, drank tea that steamed against the cold, and parted without making promises. He left without a word, slipping away with the quiet certainty of autumn, gentle and unexplained.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"\" data-end=\"1182\" data-start=\"1043\"\u003eYears later, when that familiar scent drifted past her again, she found the courage to whisper, “Do you remember me? 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