LOGINLuca, feeling unworthy and out of place, withdraws after realizing the societal gap between them. Elliot, pressured by his family and confused about his own priorities, falters in supporting Luca. Unable to see a future together, Elliot and Luca part ways, each struggling with heartbreak and questioning their choices. Will that be the end of a sweet and memories filled relationship, or they won't be able to live apart and come back fighting and defeating or they will lose again
View MoreElliott’s POVThe sunlight falls softly across the terrace, warm and forgiving. I sip my coffee, the taste bitter but grounding, as I watch Luca in the garden. His hands are covered in paint, a smear on his cheek, and he looks up, catching my gaze with that same spark I thought I’d lost forever.Months have passed since we found each other again. The scars of the past—the lies, the silence, the months apart—still linger, but they no longer weigh us down. Instead, they remind me of how fragile love can be and how fiercely worth fighting for.I set my cup down and step toward him. He doesn’t look surprised; he never does when I appear out of nowhere. That’s our rhythm now, unspoken but understood. I reach for his hand, feeling the warmth spread through me, anchoring me to this moment.“You’ve been busy,” I tease gently, nodding at the splashes of color across his shirt.He laughs, a sound I never want to forget. “Someone has to bring beauty into the world. Even if it’s just one brushstr
Elliott’s POVThe studio smells of paint and wood, the faint tang of turpentine lingering in the air.I step inside, heart hammering. He’s there, just as I imagined him in the countless nights I spent wondering, pacing, and questioning every choice I made.He stands by the large canvas, sleeves rolled up, hands smudged with colors that tell a story only he can read.“I thought you’d disappeared again,” I say, my voice rough, uneven.He turns slowly, eyes scanning mine, calm but sharp, the fire I’ve missed for months flickering in them.“I never disappeared,” he says quietly, “you just stopped looking.”I swallow hard. Words fail me. Months of anger, regret, guilt, and longing are tangled into one impossible knot. I take a step closer.“I was ready to give up,” I confess. “Ready to let you go. To walk away.”His lips twitch in the hint of a smile, small but warming. “And yet here you are.”I glance around the studio, feeling the weight of all the months—the lies, the silence, the dista
Luca’s POVI saw him before I realized I was holding my breath. Elliott. Standing there, distant yet painfully familiar. My chest tightened, a mix of anger, longing, and disbelief twisting together. After months of running, of hiding, of convincing myself I was done, here he was.He didn’t approach. Not yet. Just standing, watching, waiting. That old, stubborn pride of his, the one I used to curse, was still there. And I hated it. And I loved it. Every part of him still held me captive, even after all this time.I remembered the lies, the jail, the silence, the betrayal I had believed for so long. And yet, seeing him now, I felt the old ache resurface. It was the same one that had haunted me in my quiet nights, the one that refused to be buried by success or distance.He took a step closer, cautious, measured. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, the world stopped. Every doubt, every plan, every carefully constructed wall crumbled. I realized then that no matter how much I trie
Elliott’s POVI saw him before he noticed me, standing among the crowd at the gallery. Luca. Alive, real, untouchable. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. Months of searching, of silence, of regret—all converged in that single instant.He hadn’t seen me yet. He laughed with someone, but the lines of his face, the tilt of his head, everything screamed that he was the same man who had haunted my dreams. I felt both joy and fear, hope and dread, all at once.I wanted to run to him, to close the distance, to tell him everything. But my legs felt rooted, my body betraying my intentions. Pride, fear, and love tangled in a knot too tight to undo. What if he hated me? What if the past couldn’t be undone?The memories came unbidden—the jail cell, the lies, the betrayal, the letters, the nights I had spent imagining this exact moment. Pain. Regret. And beneath it all, a deep, undeniable longing that refused to be silenced.I moved slightly, just enough to let him catch si
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