Claire placed the small plant beside her window. And immediately regretted how much it meant to her. It was such a simple thing. A tiny green plant in a white ceramic pot. But Fabian remembering something she said years ago? That affected her far more than expensive gifts ever could. Because Claire had never wanted grand gestures. She just wanted to feel seen. And now— after years of neglect— Fabian was finally looking at her properly. That was the dangerous thing about hope. Once it returned, it became difficult to kill again. ⸻ The next few days passed strangely. Fabian didn’t pressure her. Didn’t force conversations. Didn’t keep showing up outside her apartment every night. Instead, he changed quietly. Consistently. And somehow that affected Claire more. Every morning, he sent simple messages. Have you eaten? Drive safely. Don’t forget your umbrella. It might rain later. Small things. Normal things. The kind of care Claire once craved desperately. At fir
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