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Author: Akina
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-11 05:49:22

Aisha's POV

I stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as I assessed myself. The simple black dress I wore fit perfectly, my hair was tied low as usual, and my face… well, I tried to look as calm as possible. But honestly, my hands were cold and my heart was beating twice as fast as usual.

Meeting Sean made me feel mixed emotions. Memories of us swirled in my mind—happy moments and painful ones. I tried to convince myself that I was strong, that I could face him without recalling all the wounds that remained.

I decided not to let uncertainty take over. I touched my neck, ensuring the small necklace I always wore was there. It was a reminder that even though the past weighed heavily, I still had myself.

Sean.

After five years, I would sit across from him again. Not because there hadn’t been opportunities, but I had always refused. But his last message—so urgent—made it impossible for me to pretend not to care anymore.

[Aisha… please, meet me. Just this once. There’s somethin
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    Aisha's POV I nodded slightly, trying to hide the sudden racing of my heart. I waited until he parked the car properly, then walked with him toward the apartment door. Our steps were in sync, and neither of us spoke, but the atmosphere between us felt so comfortable that words weren’t necessary.As I opened the door to my apartment, the familiar scent of home welcomed me. I turned on the lights, then took off my jacket and hung it near the door. “Come in, make yourself comfortable,” I said as I walked to the kitchen.Julien sat at the end of the sofa, observing the room with a gentle expression. “Your apartment feels warm. Just like you.” I chuckled from the kitchen. “That’s a very smooth line, Julien.” He laughed softly. “I’m just stating the truth.”I started to prepare hot water and chose my favorite tea, chamomile. My hands moved automatically, but my mind was still lingering in the car earlier, in the way he looked at me, i

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    Aisha's POV We walked side by side out of the hospital, down the corridor that was starting to empty as the evening approached. Some nurses greeted us with smiles, some perhaps holding back the temptation to ask who the handsome man walking beside me was, carrying a small bag of emergency food and a smile that seemed never-ending. But I didn’t care. Right now, it was just me and Julien. And the warm feeling that was continually growing between us.As we stepped out of the hospital's main door, the evening wind welcomed my face. The sky was beginning to change color, glowing with golden orange hues. I took a deep breath, feeling as if the heavy burdens of the day were slowly evaporating with the air.Julien's car was parked not far from the entrance, as always, neat, clean, and shiny. He opened the door for me, and I got in, leaning my tired body against the soft, fragrant seat. Once he got in on the driver’s side and started the engine, soft classical music pl

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