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

broke the darkness,

glistening unnoticed until they blazed

for what moved her now but for

solitary figure

the white shirt she favored, his silhouette was a sharp cut against

lifted to her, brimming with fondness, aware that she had caught

surge of bitterness washed over

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

words tasted sour as she

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

now, they stir nothing in

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

It’s futile.

an indelible mark we can’t just

eyes on him, letting the

touch on Leonel’s skin, his face

“Please.

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