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Chapter 57 — “The Bell Over the Door”
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Ava’s POV⸻We didn’t move.Lily had gone upstairs, but neither of us said anything. We just… stayed like that.The rain was still tapping on the window. Same steady sound. Like it didn’t care that everything had changed inside.No documents between us. No script. No mask. Just the quiet. And his hand, still holding mine.He didn’t let go.Even when I crossed the room to switch off the lights. Or when I turned the lock on the door. He stayed close, quiet. No pressure. No moves.And maybe that’s why I didn’t ask him to leave.Because for the first time… we weren’t pretending.—We didn’t say much the next morning either.The rain hadn’t stopped. Just kept going like a rhythm we were already used to. The sea sounded rougher outside, and the quiet between us felt full but not heavy. Just there.Like air after you’ve been underwater too long.I was barefoot, wiping down the counter, not really thinking when the bell over the door rang.It wasn’t soft. It rang like someone who knew why the
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⸻He didn’t come back the next day.Or the one after.The café stayed open, but I barely noticed the hours. Customers came and went, voices in the fog. I stacked books, cleared tables, pressed coffee, but my hands weren’t really in it. My head wasn’t, either.And then, on the third morning, I found him.Damian.Sitting on the steps outside the café. Damp from mist. He looked wrecked. Like the coat was dragging him down, and his eyes hadn’t seen rest in a while. He didn’t knock.Didn’t speak.Just waited.I stood at the window for too long. He didn’t move. Didn’t check his phone. He didn’t move. Just kept sitting there, like he was waiting on something I hadn’t decided to give.After a while, I got up and cracked the door open. Didn’t say anything. Just left it that way.He didn’t come in right away.But he came.Quietly. Carefully.Like someone who understood that presence was a privilege.—He didn’t call my name. Just stayed in the doorway, wet sleeves and everything, like he didn’
Only His On Paper Chapter 57 — “The Bell Over the Door”
Ava’s POV⸻The sea kept coming.That’s all it did. Just wave after wave, like it didn’t care who was standing on the shore watching. Sometimes I told myself that was a strength. Other times I knew it wasn’t.It was just what happens when you forget how to stop.I was putting books away behind the counter, not really thinking about the titles. Just moving. The wind tapped against the windows like it had something urgent to say but kept forgetting the words. Lily was upstairs humming something soft. Off-key. Familiar in a way I couldn’t name.The bell on the café door rang here and there. It always did. Locals. Strangers. A woman who only came in for warm bread and left with poetry she never meant to buy.Two days had passed.Since Damian.Since I saw him vanish into fog and choked on a goodbye I never meant to say aloud.I hadn’t touched the letter. Not once.Not because I didn’t want to but because once I opened it, the truth would be real. And once it was real, I’d have to feel all
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Ava’s POV⸻He stood in the doorway like the storm had followed him in.Wet hair. Wrinkled shirt. Eyes too tired to lie.Damian.Alive. Here.And too late.I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. The bell over the door had stopped ringing, but somehow it still echoed between us.He took one small step forward. “I’m not too late… am I?”His voice cracked on the last word.I looked at him—really looked. The man who once stood in boardrooms like he owned time itself now stood across from me like a boy who’d just lost it.But I didn’t move.Because this was the same man who let me walk away without a word. The same man who stood beside Helena when she twisted everything I was into something shameful.And now he was here, drenched in regret, hoping I’d just… forget.I didn’t answer.Then upstairs, Lily’s voice floated down.“Mom?”My breath hitched.Not because of the word, but because she’d never said it out loud before.It wasn’t really about motherhood. It was muscle memory. Reflex. I was the on
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Ava’s POV⸻I looked down at the photo again.He wasn’t smiling.But he looked lighter.Like he’d finally put something down.The letter sat beside me, haunting in its silence. The kind of silence that didn’t echo—it swallowed you whole.Naomi’s hand brushed my shoulder, steady, grounding. “Say something,” she whispered.I couldn’t. Not yet.Because somewhere between his last word and the missing signature, something inside me cracked.“I should go to him,” I finally murmured.Naomi said nothing.“But I won’t.”She let the quiet stretch.“I can’t leave Lily,” I added. “She’s still healing. She needs to be calm. And what if I go there and… and he’s already moved on? What if I become the girl who always runs toward the person who leaves first?”Naomi shifted. “He didn’t move on, Ava. You saw the photo.”I nodded. “I did.”And still, I didn’t move.—By morning, I packed what little we had into a small duffel bag—one for me, one for Lily. Naomi had arranged a place for us weeks ago: quie
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| Ava’s POV⸻The flap lifted without resistance.The envelope didn’t fight me. It just… gave in. Like it had been waiting for me to catch up.Inside, one page. Folded once, carefully. No signature on the outside. No pretense of anything formal. I unfolded it with the edge of my thumb, breath held tight in my chest as if I exhaled too early, the words might vanish before they reached me.His handwriting was exactly as I remembered—sharp, angled, just a little too precise for someone who pretended not to care.I sat down on the floor.And I read.Ava—I don’t know how to write this without sounding like a man who’s run out of ways to be brave. But maybe that’s the point.You once asked me if I knew the difference between needing someone and choosing them.I didn’t. Not then.But now I know this: you deserve to choose love without obligation. Without the weight of contracts, of boardrooms, of sickness, or guilt. You deserve something that doesn’t come with conditions attached. Something
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