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A knot tightened inside me. Had I upset him that badly? And if I upset him, how was he supposed to keep protecting me? That was what I told myself, anyway. Or maybe you just hate upsetting him. The thought clung to me like a second skin. I shoved it away instantly. Why would I hate upsetting him? Chase means nothing to me. Nothing. Right? “For a long time.” Meera began quietly, “Chase grew up in a home empty of love.” Her words made my chest tighten. “All he knew was heartbreak… and pain.”

“Do you even love me at all?” Even if it's just for pretense, I won't mind! I fired at him. My voice pierced my own ears, shaking steadily with my body, Kade and Lisa's eyes focused on me full with shock. The shock that surprised me too. Kade’s eyes grew larger, each one begging for freedom an escape, as if my presence was the only target audience in sight. Suddenly, Lisa's hand rose to shift a hair strand, instead of falling back to where it belonged. It lingered in the midair confused. Her gaze caught the signal and obeyed, her gaze collapsing to the floor, the only place that offered her a temporary escape.

"I don't write predetermined answers." "I know." I paused. "What do you think the house does?" "I think houses hold what people bring to them." She was quiet for a moment. "They don't love back. But they keep. Which is different." "Keeping isn't loving." "No. But it's not nothing." She held my eyes. "Thomas wanted love. She needs keeping. Different questions." I looked at her. "That's the whole book," I said. "It is." She paused. "I've been writing toward it for six chapters without knowing it was the center."

Now, watching him leave for her, I was reminded of what stood between us: time, scars, and unspoken truths. Cassie once said that love was like the tide, it always came back, no matter how far it drifted. I just didn’t know if Noah’s tide was returning to me… or to someone else. The sound of the waves filled the silence as I sat on the sand, wrapping my arms around my knees, staring into the endless horizon,wondering how something that felt so beautiful could hurt so much at the same time.

Elisa's beautiful face glowed with health and warmth, eyes twinkling with happiness as she talked to my husband, body unconsciously leaning towards him. They looked like the perfect couple. Elisa Harding was the quintessential classic beauty - hair the color of warm honey, blue eyes that held a shrewd intelligence and a body that could grace the catwalks of a Victoria's secret fashion show. Her looks complimented Aiden's in a way that I never could.

I knew she was the last person to turn to, but Chloe was the only one who would take me in at this hour, I didn’t want to go to a hotel, I needed to be with someone. She sat me down gently and placed my head against her bosom. It felt good. It felt relaxing. I raised my head slowly, and my face was really close to hers. I placed my lips on hers and kissed her. The kiss moved from slow to fast, really quick. Lois wouldn’t mind, after all, last night was a mistake, and this was a loveless marriage, and I meant nothing to her.

My head whipped to the side, and for a second I was stunned by the pain. When I looked back at her, she was smiling again. “Say it again,” she whispered. I clenched my jaw, refusing to give her the satisfaction, but she leaned closer. “You’re sick, Lucy. This isn’t love.” I stated the obvious thing she was ignoring. She leaned back slightly. “Coming from someone who doesn't understand what it means to love someone. You think love is soft, kind, and gentle.” Her laugh bubbled out. “But that's all wrong. Love is hunger.”

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We stood there, side by side, our hands still linked, watching through the floor-to-ceiling window as the airplane boarding Gayle and Carsen became a blinking dot as it ascended into the clouds, higher and higher, until it was just a faint speck against the vast blue. As it vanished completely, a sense of lightness settled over me. A chapter was closing, and a new one was beginning. A chapter where I would dedicate every fiber of my being to Adrian, to our shared future, to a love I had almost lost but was now firmly in my grasp. I squeezed Adrian's hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. "Come on," I whispered, turning to him, a hopeful smile on my face. "Let's go home."

It was a subtle shift, but enough to show that her guard was coming down, even if just by a fraction. She sighed, her voice soft but clear."Why don't you just look forward and move on, Lyle? You can't let me go because you think you've lost. But love isn’t a game of winning or losing. If you don't love me, why are you holding on to me? " Her question lingers in the air, unanswered. For the first time, I don’t have a clear answer. I don’t respond, and neither does she. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, before she takes a step back. Her expression hardens again, the moment of vulnerability gone as quickly as it appeared.