Tortured by love

f her heart, the man who had promised her forever, had walked away without a word. And yet, as she stood in front of h

more. Gone was the carefree, vibrant girl who had fallen for James in the first place,the girl who he had laughed with abandoned, th

e he was again-his smile, the warmth of his touch, the way he had kissed her as if the wor

breaking in a way she hated. She hated sounding weak, hated feeling like s

the cabinet, the dull clink of it almost mocking her. She poured herself a glass of red wine, because it felt right for the weight she carried. Sipping it slowly, she t

her anchor. And when he le

hread, a part of her still wondering if he would return, if the love they had could somehow find

ad gon

ut her that had

letting the silence envelop her. She wasn't looking for closure anymore-she was too tired for that

rt skipped a beat, and for a moment, she dared to hope. Could it be him? Could i

. She peered through the peephole, only to find a man standing on the other

d by the hood of his jacket, but something in his posture made her hesitate. Something about h

le , her voice shaky as sh

yes that sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze was intense, as if he w

e low, almost apologetic. "I was wondering i

ut the man's presence made her feel as though everything s

asked, her voice steady despite

," he

the world suddenly feeling off-kilter. "James?" she whis

es never leaving hers. "I need to talk to him

o had left her heartbroken, the man she had never truly stopped think

er voice quivering. I do

r anything... please let him know I'm looking for him. It's important. Before she could respond,

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this. But the strange man's visit had stirred something in her-a spark of something she thought she had buried long ago.