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.

view of gold-tinted roses unfolding skyward, their

bursts of light broke the darkness, a fiery salute

until they blazed their trails down her

for what moved her now but for the love

figure claimed the

favored, his silhouette was a sharp cut against the night, the embers of his cigarette punctuating

her, brimming with fondness, aware that

bitterness washed

how his face lit up with a pleased smile as he

tasted sour

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they stir

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

It’s futile.

in me, an

on him, letting the silence

night laid its cool touch on Leonel’s skin, his face a

“Please.

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