The Message I Finally Understand
The moment he chose to deceive me through words, we were already over.
I shook off the messy thoughts. Sitting on the rooftop terrace of the teaching center, I looked at the city's skyline against the setting sun, my chest feeling heavy.
"You don't look very happy." A gentle voice sounded beside me. "If you don't mind, you can talk to me."
I froze, then turned to see Zeke walking toward me. He held two cups of hot cocoa, a faint smile on his face.
For a moment, I was lost in his clear, sky-blue eyes. It wasn't love, just a kind of pure kindness that made me feel a long-forgotten sense of ease.
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