ELENA POVAfter Arthur left, a hollow emptiness settled inside me. I knew I had wavered, but how could I risk believing in his sincerity? If I let him hurt me again, I wasn't sure I'd survive it. Last night felt so real—the way he kissed me, the way he held me, the way he made love to me—it was like nothing else existed in the world but us. Yet here I was, questioning whether I could risk it all.My heart was torn. Part of me longed to believe that Arthur had changed, that maybe this time it would be different. But the fear of being shattered again, of losing everything I'd fought to rebuild, kept me rooted in place.What if he hadn't changed? What if this was just another chapter in our cycle of pain?While I wrestled with these thoughts, my phone buzzed, pulling me out of my head. Tom's name flashed on the screen, and I hesitated. I didn't want to talk to him—not now, not with Arthur's presence still lingering in my heart.The house still smelled of him, with memories of last night.
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