Prologue
She shouldn't have loved him...
The young lady said to herself, her sad face and eyes staring at the tree. And the sky in front of her, no matter how beautiful the sunset horizon, doesn't make her feel any better. The feelings in her heart were tortured to the point where she was almost helpless. Her eyes rounded, looking at the orange sky where the sun was setting down. Before moving up from the chair, she wandered.
"You... help me buy some."
The young woman glanced back before turning to look at the snacks that were lined up in the basket
"Do you want Rose-Layer Sweet Cake?"
"Not better. I saw a rose, and I didn't feel well."
An old woman looked up and smiled with a warm smile.
"Sweet Stuffed Dough," she said after a long silence. "And Toddy Palm Cake."
"Do you work in the area?"
"No," she replied in a low tone. "I just come and take a walk."
"Thirty baht."
She paid and reached out to take a bag of snacks from the vendor.
"Er... Wait a minute. This is your first time coming to this park, right?"
"Ah... Yeah!"
"I have a good story to tell..." Grandma Selling Snacks, spaces out quietly before continuing, "I heard that the court next to this garden is very sacred, especially about love and marriage."
The young woman smiled and not believe the grandmother's words.
"My granddaughter used to make wishes and wishful thinking."
"I think..."
"Some people say that if you pray intensely enough, your wishes will come true."
"Oh, well, I'll come and try it." When she finished speaking, she decamped. Until she walked far enough away. So, she stopped because her confused heart was restless.
In her heart, is it hoping? Is it too absurd?
The young lady took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were flowing down her cheeks once more.
"Damn..." she said to herself. As she walked out of the garden. When she looked up from the floor, she looked straight ahead. Then she stopped. Is this the shrine that Grandma Selling Snacks is talking about, right?
A medium-sized shrine is located directly opposite a large tree. There are several flowers and garlands that people bring to worship. The young woman raised her hand and rubbed her upper arm as a wind blew through, as if something had come and gone. She didn't walk in but stood there staring to decide what to do next.