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Chapter 20, A Night Under The Stars
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My shoulders slumped, the weight of my laptop bag feeling ten times heavier than usual. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and disappear. But the thought of facing the empty Bedroom, the silence amplifying my loneliness, made me hesitate. I’d tried to be subtle, of course. I casually walked past Rami’s office on my way out, hoping to catch him before he left. But his door was closed, and when I peeked in, his desk was bare. His new assistant, had said “He left about an hour ago. Big meeting with some partners. Said it was pretty important.” Important. Right. More important than a quick call? A text? Anything? My stomach twisted. It wasn’t like him. Or, at least, it wasn’t like him before. At least not since his confession to me. I’d replayed our last interaction a hundred times in my head. Had I said something wrong? Had I come across as too needy? Too clingy? I wracked my brain, searching for a clue, a hint, anything that could explain his silence. I unlocked my bedroom door, the
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Ugh. I slammed the car door, harder than necessary, and stalked towards the building. My reflection in the glass doors did little to improve my mood. Frown lines were definitely making a comeback. I’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, tangled in the sheets, with a heavy feeling I couldn’t shake. Even my usually reliable double espresso hadn’t done the trick.My phone buzzed in my pocket. Probably another text from Rami. I pulled it out, sighing. Yep. "Just landed. Meeting in an hour. Miss you." A simple heart emoji followed. Miss you too. Of course I missed him. That was the problem.We’d been playing phone tag for days. He was in London for this stupid conference, and I was stuck here, drowning in spreadsheets and deadlines. Every time I managed a free moment to call, he was in a meeting. Every time he called, I was in one too. The time difference was killing us.Texts were… fine. Better than nothing, I supposed. But they were so… sterile. Just words on a screen. I
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Love is such a strong word, if you ask me. It's a kind of driving force—something deep and complicated for some people, yet so simple and spontaneous for others. I used to believe that people who have more get more love: people who have more money than others, people who have more influence, more beauty. That's why I didn't believe in love, because I believed it was just another term used to justify capitalistic ideals, a cover for people’s lust and greed. And it's true—some people do use love to get what they want, or they just don't know the difference between love and ambition. My whole life, I thought that I deserved love because I had money, status, and looks. I had the whole package; I was at the top of the social pyramid. That's just how our world works—but again, this is ambition, not real love. Real love is loving someone even when they have nothing. Real love is loving someone for the way they treat you. You can truly love someone for a certain quality about them, and
