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 her somber

of light broke the

they blazed their trails down

her now but for

a solitary figure claimed

a sharp

brimming with fondness, aware that she had

of bitterness washed

number, noticing how his face

words tasted sour

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

actions now, they stir nothing in

that image-your ki*s on Anika, the joy in your touch, the clarity in

It’s futile.

in me, an indelible mark we can’t just

eyes on him, letting

its cool touch on Leonel’s skin, his face

“Please.

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