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.

of gold-tinted roses unfolding skyward, their brilliance a

broke the

they

moved her now but for the

a solitary figure claimed

silhouette was a sharp cut against the night, the

gaze lifted to her, brimming with fondness, aware that

of bitterness

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

tasted sour

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they

Anika, the joy in

It’s futile.

etched in me, an indelible mark

her eyes on him, letting

on Leonel’s skin, his face a ghostly

“Please.

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