They weren't perfect. They weren't finished. But maybe.... that was the beginning of something greater.
Jessica leaned her head against Romeo's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in a long while, the silence between them wasn't sharp or heavy. It was peaceful, almost fragile, like glass that could shatter with the wrong touch.Romeo's arm tightened around her waist. "Do you regret it?" he asked quietly, his voice low, almost uncertain.She titled her face up to look at him. "Choosing you?"A soft smile curved her lips. "Never. Scares me half to death, but i don't regret it".His chest rose with a deep breath, relief in his eyes. "Good. Because i can't... i won't let you again, Jessica. Not now".There was no arrogance in his words this time, no commanding edge - only raw truth. And Jessica believed him.The hours slipped by with stolen kisses, quite laughter, and the warmth of somethiThe warmth of that moment lingered between them, fragile and fleeting, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Jessica wanted to hold onto it, to believe that nothing could shatter what she and Romeo were rebuilding. But reality had a way of creeping in, of reminding them that the world outside their bubble wasn't so forgiving. Romeo's phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Relentless. Jessica stiffened as he hesitated to reach for it. His eyes flickered to hers, gulit written in the silence. "Are you going to answer it?" she asked sofly, though her heart was already racing. He didn't move. "It's business". Her lips pressed into a thin line. Business. That was always his shield, the wall he used when he didn't want to explain. She had promised herself she wouldn't doubt him, but old scars burned fresh whenever secrets lingered between them. "Business or trouble?"
The room settled into silence after her words, silence that didn't feel heavy but alive, charged with the weight of promises unspoken. Romeo's hand still held hers, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jessica wasn't afraid of the dark ahead.But the storm outside didn't wait for them to catch their breath. That every night, whispers began threading through the cracks of their fragile peace business partners questioning Romeo's loyalty, old rivals circling like wolves who'd caught the scent of weakness. He had chosen Jessica, and in doing so, he had made enemies bolder. Jessica could feel it. The way his phone lit up with calls he didn't answer. The way his shoulders tightened whenever her name was mentioned. The way shadows seemed to follow them, even in broad daylight."Tell me", she whispered one evening as they sat by the window, the city's glow spilling across their faces. "What aren't you saying?"Romeo's jaw flexed,
They weren't perfect. They weren't finished. But maybe.... that was the beginning of something greater. Jessica leaned her head against Romeo's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in a long while, the silence between them wasn't sharp or heavy. It was peaceful, almost fragile, like glass that could shatter with the wrong touch.Romeo's arm tightened around her waist. "Do you regret it?" he asked quietly, his voice low, almost uncertain. She titled her face up to look at him. "Choosing you?"A soft smile curved her lips. "Never. Scares me half to death, but i don't regret it".His chest rose with a deep breath, relief in his eyes. "Good. Because i can't... i won't let you again, Jessica. Not now".There was no arrogance in his words this time, no commanding edge - only raw truth. And Jessica believed him.The hours slipped by with stolen kisses, quite laughter, and the warmth of somethi
The silence between them wasn't awkward it was healing. The kind of silence that followed a storm, when the world seemed to hold it's breath in relief. Jessica sat by the window, fingers loosely wrapped around a warm up of tea Romeo had made. Her eyes weren't fixed on anything outside they were searching inward, tracing the chaos and calm that coexisted within her. Romeo stood across the room, leaning on the doorway, watching her like she was a puzzle he wanted to understand without breaking. "I know we can't undo what's been done", he said softly, his voice a blend of guilt and hope, "but i want to know what comes after this. After the storm".Jessica looked up, their eyes meeting like they always had deeply, honestly, painfully. "I used to think love was supposed to be flawless", she whispered, "but now i think.... maybe it's about surviving the flaws. Together".He walked over and sat beside her. "So where do we start?"She placed the cup down
But rebuilding wasn't the same as forgetting. Days passed, queit and careful, like walking on shattered glass. Jessica tried tried not to overthink the late night calls Romeo still got from work, and Romeo tried to be more present, less guarded. It wasn't perfect. But it was progress. Until that morning. Jessica stood at the kitchen sink, the smell of fresh coffee filling the air. Romeo hadn't come home last night not until just an hour ago. He claimed it was work, a crisis with a client. But he hadn't called. Hadn't texted. She stared out the window, her mind looping questions she was too tired to ask again. Romeo entered, rubbing his face and looking worn. "Hey", he murmured. She turned slowly. "Morning". There was tension in the air, thick and sharp. He moved to pour himself coffee, avoiding her eyes. "Rough night. Sorry i didn't call". "I know", he
For a while, they stayed like that just holding on. No more words. No more questions. Just the sound of their breathing and the queit thrum of healing starting to settle into their bones. Eventually, Jessica pulled back slightly, her fingers still clutching Romeo's shirt. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Romeo exhaled slowly. "Now we figure out how to move forward.... together. No more pretending we're okay when we're not. No more running". Jessica nodded, brushing a tear from her cheek. "I'm scared, Romeo". He tilted her chin gently, eyes locking with hers. "So am i. But we've faced worse apart. Let's face this together". She managed a small smile. "Then we start with honesty. Even when it hurts". He nodded. "Even then". They sat down on the couch, the morning light casting a golden hue through the curtains. Jessica pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around her knees. "