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.

unfolding skyward, their brilliance a contrast

the

glistening unnoticed until they blazed their trails down her

fell, not for what moved her now but for the love they once

figure claimed

his silhouette was a sharp cut against

brimming with fondness, aware that she

surge of bitterness washed over

how his face lit up with a pleased

words tasted sour as

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they stir

Anika, the joy in your touch, the clarity in your

It’s futile.

memories are etched in me, an indelible mark

him, letting the silence

night laid its cool touch on

“Please.

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