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.

roses unfolding

bursts of light broke the darkness, a

unnoticed until they blazed their trails down her

for what moved her now but for the love they

figure claimed

silhouette was a sharp cut

brimming with fondness, aware

bitterness washed over

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

tasted sour

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they stir nothing

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

It’s futile.

an indelible mark we

eyes on him, letting

on Leonel’s skin,

“Please.

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