The Wrong Woman

Sienna found herself pulled forcefully into Daniel's home. With the click of the door, panic surged within her.

Uncertain of what an enraged man might do, she struggled against his grip, desperate to break free. Yet, as a delicate woman, she couldn't match Daniel's strength. He dragged her into the living room, depositing her onto the couch.

Tension gripped her as she cast anxious glances at Daniel, fearing he might rush over in a fit of rage. But instead of erupting, Daniel settled beside her. His demeanor was subdued as he bowed his head, hands cradling his forehead in evident distress.

Silence enveloped them in the bright living room, broken only by the soft rhythm of their breaths.

Outside the window, darkness cloaked the world. The atmosphere inside grew heavy as they sat in quiet contemplation.

Sienna thought that perhaps Daniel was just angry and wanted a reason to spend some time alone with her. He wasn't directing his frustrations at her.

"Daniel, didn't we agree not to get involved with each other anymore?" Sienna's voice, timid yet resolute, pierced the silence.

Daniel sighed, his face covered by his hands. A palpable sense of sorrow emanated from him, reflecting his inner turmoil.

eyes betraying a melancholic undertone. "Sienna, I promised to break up with you, but I've never given up. I've been trying, trying to win your heart

head hung low, her words laden with sorrow. "That's

turned serious. "There's been no conflict, no arguments, and no third parties between us. So why the sudden breakup? Is

hung heavy as Sienna's fingers intertwined, nails biting into

he stopped short when

to see her every day, to hold her, and to kiss her, Daniel couldn't justify his desires. He could only stand

a dull blade. Although it didn't deliver a fatal

it my career that she dislikes?"

as she lowered her

"I could change jobs..."

She lifted her

job. It's not because of my mother or

clenched as he looked into Sienna's teary eyes.