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.

gold-tinted roses unfolding skyward, their brilliance a contrast to her somber

light broke the darkness, a fiery salute

they

what moved her now but for the love they

solitary figure claimed the

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

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

of bitterness washed

his face lit up with

sour

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

actions now, they stir nothing

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

It’s futile.

etched in me, an

fixed her eyes on him,

its cool touch on Leonel’s skin, his face

“Please.

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