The Final Goodbye
She paused, fighting to steady her breath, “…your love is like cherry blossoms. Beautiful when it blooms, dazzling even. But once it falls, what remains is just rotting mud.”
James swallowed hard, the words hitting him like stones. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting between them, helpless in this battlefield of emotions.
Amara’s voice hardened, her hand clenching the umbrella tighter. “No matter how gorgeous, no matter how dazzling, I don’t want that kind of love anymore.”
Alex bent lower, his hair dripping, his knees sinking deeper into the mud. Then, with a sudden dramatic motion, he lifted his right hand, two fingers pointing upward as though he stood before a judge in court.
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