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.

this level of raw passion in his voice was

"What if...

voice was gentle

emotion." Don't say that! If you

I don't want that.

you

remember me forever." Julien suddenly felt a rush of heat in his chest, as though

every beat,

the couch, the white roses he

their heads leaning against each

eyes reddened, his gaze locked

with painful clarity that it wasn't him Jonah was kissing, cherishing,

his grasp, scattering across

in love,

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

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

every frame, that man

through those

memories, once so

place where he was

"Dr.

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

"Let me introduce him.