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"I won't allow this!" Willow cried, completely losing control as she shouted into the phone. "Caius, please don't do this. I'll come to you! I'll book a flight right now! Just give me your address!" But all she heard in response was the rapid beeping of the disconnected line. Willow slowly lowered her phone. Then she folded over the steering wheel and sobbed. Meanwhile, after ending the call, the warmth of my phone still lingered against my fingertips. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the break room door, only to nearly collide with Eileen Williams, my coworker, who was walking out with a cup of coffee in hand. She blinked her bright blue eyes, then leaned in with a teasing grin. "Were you just on the phone with someone special? I've never seen you spend that long on a personal call since you started here." A few coworkers nearby joined in, good-naturedly whistling. I smiled, finished the last of the water in my hand, and answered with a calmness that surprised even m

Willow watched the cab carrying Caius merge into traffic and disappear into the distance without a backward glance. A deafening buzz filled her ears. It felt as though something inside her had finally snapped. She couldn't let me go. The moment I vanished from sight, she felt as if the fragile thread that had held them together all these years would finally break, completely and irreparably. Before she could think, Willow took off running. She sprinted down the unfamiliar streets after the cab, not caring how she looked or who was watching. The cold air tore at her lungs, but she barely felt it. She kept running, chasing the car as it grew smaller and smaller in the distance. "Caius! Wait! Caius Morales!" She screamed my name again and again, desperate to make me stop.The cab windows were closed; I couldn't hear her. The car continued smoothly through traffic as I watched her figure shrink in the rearview mirror. The driver noticed her running after us and asked, "Sir

Willow rushed over and grabbed my hand. Her fingertips were ice-cold, and her lips trembled. Her usually calm and composed face was now filled with raw, shattered fear. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I have failed to protect you." The doctor said the wound wasn't deep. It had split the skin and bled heavily, but a few stitches would be enough to close it up. Willow barely seemed to hear him. She clutched the edge of my shirt as though I might disappear the moment she let go. Her bloodshot eyes were frightening, and her voice was hoarse. "I'm coming to the hospital with you. I'll take care of you." I had lost enough blood to feel dizzy, and I didn't have the energy to argue with her. "Fine." I nodded. My words seemed to be a pardon. She quickly wiped away her tears and carefully helped me into the ambulance. The entire ride, she held my hand, her palm slick with cold sweat, repeatedly asking the nurse, "He's really okay, right? Would he need a transfusion?"I closed my