Even if all love ends, a 140-word love story The cafe buzzed with the usual Friday night crowd. Rain lashed against the window as I watched her across the room. Her laughter, a melody I knew by heart, danced above the din. We'd met here, a year ago, amidst the scent of coffee and unspoken desires. Now, the air crackled with a different energy, a silent acknowledgment of an ending. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. A flicker of sadness, quickly masked, crossed her face. I knew what she was thinking. We both did. The inevitable. Taking a deep breath, I raised my cup. "To us," I mouthed, the words lost in the noise. She smiled, a fragile, beautiful thing. And in that moment, as the rain continued its relentless rhythm, I knew, even if all love ends, this memory, this feeling, would remain.