rapped around the empty glass of wine. She could feel the tears threatenin

he city was bustling, people laughing, talking, living their lives while hers felt like it was

stop herself from thinking about all the times s

? she thought. How many chances

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gone, leaving only the empty space and the weight of his choices. He ran his finge

get this far. Never imagin

ha smiling in a memory that seemed so dis

he thought. How

from the woman who had just left. She had sent a picture, too-one of her a

red of being this person-tired of the secrets, the lies. But

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still open. The memories flooded back-how happy they once were, the moments they shared before things started

in. This time, it wa

lk? I'm sorry. I

feeling the weight of the words sink in. Could she even l

rstand. Maybe because, deep down, she still loved him.

ready to reply. But she didn't know what to