My Heart Is a Lonely Island

There is a blank space in my memory, like a canvas wiped clean with an eraser, leaving behind only a faint trace. Yet even an eraser couldn't completely remove the bitterness and heartache of the past. They remain etched deep in a corner of my heart.

Then, a chance encounter awakened memories in my subconscious, like a stone tossed into a still lake, sending ripples across the surface.

It all began with a girl who drank too much.