Elena stood frozen, her hands trembling slightly inside the sleeves of her oversized sweater. The word ‘leave’ was still echoing inside her head, over and over. She looked up into Julian’s face, searching his dark eyes for any sign of hesitation, any sign that he was just lashed out because he was tired. But his expression was a wall of cold stone. His shoulders were squared, his chin set high, and his jaw locked tight. "You really want me to go?" Elena asked, her voice quiet, barely a whisper in the large apartment. Julian’s heart slammed against his ribs as every single instinct inside him wanted to reach out, grab her arms, pull her against his chest, and beg her never to walk away. But his pride, bruised and battered by his own deep fears, held him completely rigid. In his mind, she had just confessed that his love felt like a prison. He refused to beg her to stay in a situation she clearly hated. "I said I will not force you," Julian replied, his voice flat, devoid of any
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