The late afternoon sky glowed dimly, streaked with gold and amber light filtering through the tall glass windows of the gallery where Alyssa worked. The room was quiet — the kind of silence that carried the scent of oil paint, aged wood, and memory. She had just finished curating her newest exhibition — a collection themed around rebirth and loss — something that felt deeply, almost painfully, personal.Her peace shattered when she heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind her.Alyssa froze, her body instinctively tensing, like prey sensing danger before it appears. She turned slowly.And there he was — Rafael.He looked immaculate as always in his tailored suit, but his face was weary, shadowed by something unspoken. His eyes no longer held the usual cold sharpness; instead, there was something murkier — a blend of regret, pride, and intent.“I didn’t expect you to come here,” Alyssa said softly, her voice calm but slightly trembling.Rafael’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I just
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