Sera's POVThe restaurant Owen chose was cozy and intimate, with dim lighting that made everything feel softer than it actually was. Small candles flickered on each table, casting dancing shadows across the white tablecloths. The smell of garlic and fresh bread filled the air, mixing with the low hum of conversation from other diners.I sat across from Owen, my hands wrapped around a glass of water I hadn't taken a sip from. My mind was elsewhere."Sera." Owen's voice cut through my thoughts gently. "You're not eating."I looked down at my plate. The pasta sat untouched, the sauce probably cold by now. I hadn't even realized the food had arrived."I'm not really hungry," I admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.Owen reached across the table and placed his hand over mine. His palm was warm against my cold fingers and I should have pulled away, but I was too tired to care about boundaries anymore."You look exhausted," he said softly, his thumb rubbing small circles on the b
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