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 skyward,

broke the darkness, a fiery salute

glistening unnoticed until they blazed their trails

her now but for the

a solitary figure claimed

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

brimming with fondness, aware that she had caught sight of

bitterness washed over

in his number, noticing how his face lit up

tasted sour as

“Leonel, it’s pointless.

they

Anika, the joy

It’s futile.

an indelible mark we

her eyes on him, letting the silence fill

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

“Please.

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