If Only
The last time I had experienced such a surge of emotions was during our initial encounter, when I had raised my voice in frustration.
Despite my lingering disbelief in his words, my ability to move gracefully seemed compromised. Inadvertently, I stepped on a stack of albums perched precariously on the chair, causing them to topple to the floor with a resounding crash. The sudden noise reverberated through the space, shattering the silence that had settled between us.
"Hey, take it easy on her, man," a voice from the other side of the curtain called out.
I turned my attention to Jared, who was busy organizing his belongings on the table. It was clear that he was preparing to step out from beh
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