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.

night offered a view of gold-tinted roses unfolding skyward, their brilliance a

broke the darkness, a fiery

unnoticed until they blazed their trails down her

fell, not for what moved her now but for the

a solitary figure

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

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

surge of bitterness washed

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

sour as she spoke

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they stir nothing

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

It’s futile.

an indelible

fixed her eyes on him, letting the silence fill

its cool touch on

“Please.

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