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

"What if...

voice was gentle though laced with an

Don't say

I don't want that.

you

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

every beat, it fractured

hands gripped the couch, the white

man, their heads leaning against

eyes reddened, his gaze locked on

with painful clarity that it wasn't

roses slipped from his

any couple deeply in love, and Julien was just a bystander,

using a handheld camera and documenting their daily life

breezy evenings on the balcony, clinked glasses, and laughed as though nothing else in the world

every frame, that man

through those moments

now, the memories, once so sweet, were pure

felt like purgatory, a place where he

"Dr.

was hoarse, and his eyes glistened with resentment as

"Let me introduce him.