of everything Dele had said. She had heard the words-I love you. I was wrong. I'll wait for you. But they felt like a di

of her. The evening air was crisp, and the city around her seemed so distant, as though she was the on

lized it was late. The screen lit up with several missed messages from Dele. The most recen

she was feeling, but she didn't know how. She wasn't ready. The pain still lingered, and she

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for forgiveness, all of them telling her how much he cared. But she hadn't responded. It hurt more than he thought it would

houghts swirling. What if she never com

essage. This time, he wasn't sure if he should sen

nt you to know that I'm here. Whenever

her to forgive him. He couldn't make her feel something she

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rself she needed space, but deep down, she was afraid of what she might find if she allowed herself to feel to

broke her concentration. She glanced at her phone, seeing that it was from Dele. T

t keep pretending that I don't want you in my lif

stent, so determined to make things right. A part of her wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that love

e let hi

idn't

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pounding in his chest. He didn't know if she would even open the

could feel the tension in the air, the space be

ietly, his eyes searching hers for any s

e for a moment, her arms crossed, unsure of wh

gaze softened.

, are you?" she asked, her

'll never give up on you, Tasha. I've made my mistakes, but

't know what to say. She didn't know if she could let him back in, but

lding the door open

tening,"

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