The next few days passed in a blur, and Nicolas’s absence weighed heavier than I wanted to admit. He still messaged me each day, sweet little reminders of his affection, but it wasn’t enough. I longed for his presence, for the warmth that only he could bring.
One evening, I decided to meet Chris. We agreed to catch up at a quiet cafe, the same one we used to frequent. Sitting across from him, memories of our past resurfaced—simpler times when I didn’t have to share my love.
"How have you been, Mel?" Chris asked gently, his gaze steady and kind.
I shrugged, managing a small smile. "I’m… managing."
He studied me with a familiar concern. “You don’t have to pretend with me. If something’s bothering you, I’m here. Always.”
The sincerity in his voice tugged at my heart, and for a moment, I felt tempt……
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