Theodore's Regret
“Alright. Goodnight, Alina.”
“Goodnight, Theodore,” she replied, watching as he walked towards the door, his steps heavy with the weight of their unresolved past.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Alina leaned back against her pillows, her mind swirling with memories and emotions. She closed her eyes, willing herself to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos in her heart. Tomorrow was another day, and perhaps, with time, they could find a way to heal the wounds that had kept them apart for so long.