Sarah****
I sighed, staring at my trembling hands. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if what I was about to do was right or not. I shook my head, forcing resolve to take hold. No. I must do this—for Max. It’s the only way he can focus on his game. I don’t want to be his distraction, the chain holding him back from his dreams. “Sara...” Max’s voice broke through my thoughts. I felt the warmth of his hands gently resting on my shoulders. I closed my eyes, lingering in his touch for just a few more seconds. I sighed again, summoning every ounce of strength within me. It’s now or never. “Max...” I said, standing to face him. My heart clenched as I met his gaze, his handsome face lit with an affectionate smile. “We need to talk.” “Okay...” he said softly, his smile widening as he lifted my hand to his lips, kissing the promise ring he had gifted me. “We can’t be together,” I said, the words leaving my lips like a dagger slicing through my heart. Confusion flickered in his eyes. “What do you mean?” “I want to leave.” I repeated, my voice trembling as I fought to hold back the tears threatening to fall. “Sara...” Max whispered, his voice laced with pain as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. “Just tell me where you want to go, and I’ll come with you. Anywhere in the world.” I sighed, resisting the urge to give in. I wanted to hug him back, to hold on just a little longer. One last time. I stayed motionless in his arms, my hands limp at my sides, but my head rested just above his heart. I could hear the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat, betraying his fear of losing me. I’m sorry, Max. I have to do this. For you. “That’s what I don’t want,” I said, pushing him away gently, separating his body from mine. “I don’t want you in my life.” “You’re kidding me, right?” he said, forcing a strained smile to hide his distress. “I’m not kidding,” I said, my voice firm despite the pain clawing at my chest. His smile faltered, confusion giving way to disbelief. “You and I don’t belong together,” I added, hating every word. “You’re lying,” he said, his voice breaking as he grasped my hands. “I know you love me. Just tell me if I hurt you—if I did something wrong. Please, Sara, tell me.” I couldn’t answer. I knew how much Max loved me, and I loved him just as fiercely. But our love was destroying his dreams, and I couldn’t let that happen. For his sake, I had to be cruel. I had to make him believe the lie. “I don’t love you anymore,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t believe the words were coming from my mouth. “You’re lying,” Max said, his eyes searching mine desperately. “I can see it.” “I don’t love you,” I repeated, forcing myself to meet his gaze. My voice trembled, but I pressed on. “Why would I love someone like you? What are you? A poor, struggling player. How can you expect me to stay with you when you can’t even provide the basics? All you’ve ever given me is this cheap promise ring. It doesn’t even have a diamond.” I slid the ring off my finger, my heart shattering as I threw it to the ground. “Why are you doing this? You were never like this,” he murmured, his voice filled with heartbreak. I forced a cold smile onto my face. “I was always like this,” I lied. “I dated you because you were the school hunk, someone I thought would make it big. I thought being with you would bring me fame, money, and everything I wanted.” He stared at me, his jaw clenched as tears brimmed in his eyes. “So, I was just a stepping stone to you?” I nodded. “Exactly. But look at you now. You quit basketball and work as a waiter. You’re a loser, Max. And I don’t want a loser in my life.” His hands fell away, his eyes glistening as he looked at me with a pain so deep it nearly broke me. “I thought you loved me for who I am,” he said, his voice barely audible. “You were a fool,” I said, a tear slipping from the corner of my eye as I smiled through the pain. Max stepped back, his face hardening. “If you want to leave, then go. I won’t stop you. But mark my words, Sara—one day, I’ll have everything. The fame, the success, the life I’ve always dreamed of. And you won’t be there to share it with me. You’ll regret leaving my side.” “Go,” he shouted, his voice shaking. “Leave me!” I turned and walked away, my legs barely carrying me as tears streamed down my face. I’m sorry, Max. I’m so sorry. If I had any other choice, I would never have hurt you. But when love becomes a burden, the only choice is to let go. You deserve so much more than I can give you. I hope, one day, you understand.Max****The sterile scent of the hospital hit me, suffocating and sharp. The harsh fluorescent lights felt like a slap to my face. None of it mattered. What mattered was that Sara was still alive. It felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights too harsh, the buzz of activity too loud. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that Sara was still alive.I squeezed her hand gently, my knuckles white from the grip. Her breathing was shallow, the bloodstains still staining the fabric of her dress, and every moment felt like it could be the last. I couldn’t bear it. Not now. Not after everything.But it wasn’t just her life on the line.As we pushed through the emergency doors, I could already hear the paparazzi outside, their cameras flashing like a storm. They were always there, always watching, but today—today they were relentless.
Max***The seconds stretched into eternity as I knelt beside Sara, my hands shaking as they cupped her face. Blood seeped through my fingers, warm and thick. The sharp, metallic scent filled my nose, making my stomach twist with panic."Sara," I whispered hoarsely, my voice breaking. "Please, stay with me."Her eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, I thought she might open her eyes. But then she let out a soft, pained whimper, and I felt her body sag beneath my touch, as if the weight of everything was too much for her to bear."Shit," Sam muttered from behind me, his voice low and laced with something that almost sounded like regret. But it was too little, too late. His eyes darted between Sara’s limp form and me, guilt flashing momentarily across his face before it was quickly buried under layers of fury.I didn’t spare him a glance. I couldn’t. Not now."Sara," I breathed again, my heart
Max****The sharp knock at the door sliced through the charged silence like a blade. Sara tensed against me, her fingers still clutching my shirt, her breath uneven. My jaw clenched. Whoever was on the other side had the worst timing imaginable.Another knock, harder this time.“Sara, open up!”I stiffened.I knew that voice.Sara paled, her body going rigid. A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes before she slid off the counter, her bare feet hitting the floor. My fingers tightened around her wrist before she could move away. “Don’t,” I warned, my voice low, dangerous.Her throat worked in a hard swallow. “I have to.”The way she said it—soft, resigned—sent something dark curling in my gut. My grip on her loosened, and she took the opportunity to slip away, pulling open the door.Sam stood in the doorway, his presence poisoning the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. His beady eyes dart
Max****The air between us crackled with something unspoken, something raw—an untamed hunger that neither of us dared to name. Even as I stepped back to give her space, I could feel the pull—like a magnet, like gravity, like she was the only thing keeping me anchored in a world that made no sense without her.Sara’s eyes lingered on me, dark with a storm of emotions she couldn’t voice. She looked fragile and unbreakable all at once—like a bird on the edge of flight, torn between the safety of my arms and the fear of falling all over again.I wasn’t letting her go.Not this time.I slid the eggs onto a plate and set it in front of her. “Eat,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended.She hesitated, biting her lip before picking up the fork. But as she lifted the first bite to her mouth, her hands trembled violently, the fork clinking softly against the plate. Her throat worked in a hard swallow, her breath uneven, as if she were battling some
Max***The sunrays of dawn slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bed where we lay tangled in each other. Sara’s breath was steady now, her body still pressed close to mine, but I knew she was asleep. I stayed awake, watching her, memorizing every detail—the way her lashes rested against her cheeks, the faint rise and fall of her chest, the warmth of her skin against mine. She had drifted back into sleep after our conversation, her lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber. I couldn't help but smile, grateful for this moment of quiet intimacy before the day began. She fits perfectly in my arms, like a missing puzzle piece finally found. I don’t understand why she left when she knows this is where she belongs—where she is safe, where she is loved.In this moment, with her in my arms, the world outside didn’t exist.I tightened my hold on her, as if I could freeze this moment, keep her here, with me, forever. But reality was cruel, and time never stopped moving. Caref
Max***The weight of Sara in my arms felt like a brand, marking me as hers in a way I couldn’t explain. I woke to the sound of her breath, soft and steady, mingling with the harsh rhythm of my own. Her body pressed close to mine, the heat between us seeping into my bones, making the morning air feel like a distant thing. I could feel every inch of her—her skin, soft and warm, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair spilled across my arm, tangled like a part of me. It was all mine—hers and mine.I tightened my hold on her just a little more, a possessive reminder to myself that she was real—that she wasn’t slipping away, not this time. She was here, in my arms, where she belonged, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take her from me. The thought of someone else touching her, having her even for a moment, was enough to send a violent ripple through me. I couldn’t stand it. I wouldn’t stand it.The scent of her hair was the same as the first time I held her. The first time I