You Were My Favorite Mistake
Outside, the rain continued, relentless yet cleansing, washing away the echoes of their youth.
Then she spoke, her voice firm but gentle. “We can’t go back, Raf. I’ve built a life. A family. A love that chooses me every day. That’s the life I’m meant to have.”
He nodded, accepting it. “I know.”
“And I don’t hate you,” she continued. “I could never. But I forgive you. Not because you deserve it, but because I deserve peace.”
Her words hit him like a tidal wave. He had spent so long thinking that forgiveness was for her, that he needed absolution. But in truth, it was her strength—her clarity—that had finally freed them both.
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