His voice, a soft interjection, carried a heavy question.

“We’re done?”

Yet he pressed on, his words a mix of hope and fear.

“If you didn’t care, Alexis, you wouldn’t have touched the boxes.

Their sighs filled the space between words, heavy with unspoken truths.

Time stretched on before Alexis whispered her resolve.

“You’re mistaken.

The gifts, they’re not mine to hold.

With a final click, she ended the call, the silence speaking volumes.

A blanket of sadness wrapped around her as she drifted to the window.

view of gold-tinted roses unfolding skyward, their

bursts of light broke the

glistening unnoticed until they blazed their trails down her

for what moved her now but for the love

solitary figure claimed the

white shirt she favored, his silhouette was a sharp cut against the night, the embers of his cigarette

fondness, aware that she had caught

of bitterness

in his number, noticing how his face lit up with a pleased smile

sour as

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

now, they

you revives that image-your ki*s on Anika,

It’s futile.

are etched in me, an indelible mark

him, letting the silence fill

touch on Leonel’s

“Please.

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