A Love Remembered

David's POV

I woke up, my head pounding from the alcohol I had consumed the night before. Ethan had already left, leaving me to my thoughts. As I drifted back to sleep, memories of Scarlet flooded my mind, taking me back to the last time we were together.

It was six years ago in Zurich. I had chosen to go abroad under the guise of career improvement, but the real reason was to escape my heartbreak. Scarlet was with Michael, and I couldn't bear it. I was in Zurich as part of an FBI exchange program, aiming to learn advanced investigative techniques and enhance international collaboration. Despite the professional facade, my heart was in turmoil.

During my free time, I would walk by the Limmat, admiring the beautiful swans and the happy youth. One day, I saw a beautiful ginger woman in a wheelchair, her head bowed and tears streaming down her face. I couldn't believe my eyes at first, but it was Scarlet, my first love.

"Scarlet? What are you doing here?" I asked, approaching her.

She wi