Elena didn’t move her hand any closer.And he didn’t reach for it.That was the difference now.Before, everything between them had been unbalanced—her giving, him taking. Her waiting, him deciding.Now?Now there was space.Choice.And something far more fragile than love—Respect.---The night stretched quietly around them.The park lights flickered softly, casting shadows that moved with the wind.She let out a slow breath, her fingers curling slightly against the wooden bench.“I need to say something,” she murmured.He turned his head toward her.“I’m listening.”She nodded faintly, as if steadying herself.“If we’re… doing this—whatever this is—then it can’t be like before.”“It won’t be.”“Don’t say that so easily,” she said quickly, her voice tightening. “That’s how it starts. Promises. Assumptions. Things people say because they want them to be true.”He went quiet.And that silence told her—He was paying attention.Not defending.Not interrupting.Just listening.Good.“Be
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