Days passed.
Andi began to pull away.
Not because he hated Indri.
But because he had to save himself.
He stopped waiting for messages.
Stopped checking for updates.
Stopped wondering whether Indri was happy.
He began to enjoy his life again.
Reading.
Taking morning walks.
Meeting friends.
And most importantly...
he began learning to make peace with himself.
One night, he returned to the café where he had first met Indri.
The same place.
The same table.
Only he was different.
He smiled.
It turned out memories didn't always have to be thrown away.
Some memories were enough to set down carefully...
and then leave behind.
Andi gazed at the rain beyond the glass.
Then whispered:
"Thank you, Indri."
Not to return.
Not to repeat the past.
But for a time that had once made his life feel so beautiful.