Dapur

In the quiet morning light, they sit alone at the kitchen table, a half-empty cup of coffee growing cold in their hands. The stillness of the room only deepens the solitude, as sunlight filters through the window, casting long shadows on the empty chair across from them. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound, a reminder of the absence that lingers in the air. They stare out the window, lost in thought, the weight of loneliness settling in with the dawn.