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.

a view of gold-tinted roses unfolding skyward, their brilliance a contrast to

broke the darkness,

unnoticed until they blazed their trails down

what moved her now but for the

a solitary figure claimed

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

fondness,

of bitterness washed over

number, noticing how his face lit up with a

words tasted sour as

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they stir

that image-your ki*s on Anika, the

It’s futile.

me, an indelible mark we

her eyes on him, letting the silence fill

on Leonel’s skin, his face a ghostly

“Please.

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