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

"What if...

voice was gentle though laced with

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

I don't want that.

want you to live

felt a rush of heat in his chest, as though all the blood in his body had surged

beat, it

couch, the white roses he held barely

man, their heads

reddened, his gaze locked on

looked so much like him, yet Julien knew with painful clarity that it wasn't him Jonah was

slipped from his

in

seemed to be a vlog, shot by Jonah using a handheld camera and documenting their daily

on the balcony, clinked glasses, and laughed as

every frame, that man was Jonah'‘s

lived through those

the memories, once so sweet, were pure

place where

"Dr.

voice was hoarse, and his eyes glistened with resentment as

"Let me introduce him.