Jakarta, Seven Years Ago.
The roar of Soekarno-Hatta Airport was a deafening hum in Elena's ears. Standing before her was Arthur—the man who, for the past year, had been her entire world. But today, the Arthur standing there felt like a total stranger. His shoulders were rigid, his chin held high with a cold defiance, and his gaze was utterly hollow.
"I must return to London, Elena. To where I truly belong," Arthur spoke flatly. His tone was detached, as if they were merely business associates bidding a formal farewell.
"But why must you end everything, Arthur? Why like this?" Elena's voice trembled, her heart splintering with every breath.
"Because I haven't the time for such adolescent drama," Arthur retorted coldly, his towering ego lacing every word. "The Montgomery legacy wasn't built on love letters and long-distance fancies. Save your time for something else, El."
Arthur turned away without a single backward glance. He walked towards the departure gate, carrying half of Elena's soul with him. She stood frozen, clutching a small Big Ben keychain in her hand—a gift she never had the chance to give.
At that moment, Elena did not know that seven years later, in the very city where that clock tower stood, time would force them to hear one another once more.