Can’t Win Me Back

Julien was gradually losing his patience.

He glanced at his watch before snapping, "If you've got something to say, spit it out.

I'm not wasting more time here." "Do you like watching movies, Dr.

Lovelace?" Uri disregarded Julien's growing frustration and chuckled slyly.

"I know Jonah does.

I've got a film he'll find quite special." As soon as he finished, the large screen came to life, casting a glow on Julien's confused face.

The surround sound system produced amorous-sounding laughter, making it an immersive experience.

Julien recognized Jonah's voice quickly.

But the other one—the warm, crisp, pleasant voice—belonged to a stranger.

"Jonah, do you love me?" the man in the video asked gleefully.

"T do." Jonah's deep, raspy voice quivered slightly with emotion.

"I love you.

Very much.

I'll love you forever.” Jonah was typically so composed and restrained.

level of raw passion in his voice was

"What if...

died one day?" The man's voice was gentle though laced

hitched, and his voice grew thick with emotion." Don't say that! If you die, I'll

I don't want that.

want you

suddenly felt a rush of heat in

every beat, it fractured

the couch, the white roses he held

a striking man, their heads leaning

reddened, his gaze locked

with painful clarity that

roses slipped from his grasp,

deeply in love, and Julien was just a bystander, watching their happiness

by Jonah using a handheld camera and documenting their daily life at

courtyard, shared breezy evenings on the balcony, clinked glasses, and laughed as though

every frame, that man was Jonah'‘s sole

through those

the memories, once so sweet, were

place where he

"Dr.

looks very much like you, doesn't he?" Uri's voice was hoarse,

"Let me introduce him.