From Afar VxBTS Complete

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For nine years, I've harbored feelings for a man almost twice my age, all while enduring the harsh judgment of those around me.

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Last week, I finally mustered the courage to confess to him, and he turned me down. Now, just a week later, he's brought a new girlfriend to a family dinner at my place.

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I cornered him as he left for the bathroom and asked,

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"Did you get a girlfriend just to get me to give up on you?"

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He answered calmly,

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"No. I was just lonely."

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My infatuation with Kieran Harris began when I was a freshman.

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Back then, he was thirty-five, single and free-spirited, wandering wherever he pleased with his camera slung over his shoulder. He'd traveled far and wide, capturing photos that became iconic in photography circles.

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Since I also studied photography, I'd heard the stories of his adventures and admired him from a distance. I even thought about asking him to mentor me, but I held back. I didn't want him to think I was trying to use any connection or impose myself on him.

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Instead, I took the most straightforward route I could think of – whenever I had time, I'd grab my camera and track him down.

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Kieran wasn't exactly chatty. Most of our early encounters consisted of me talking to fill the silence.

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But, after a few months, something clicked – maybe I finally complimented him in just the right way – and he agreed to discuss photography with me.

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That day, though, he seemed particularly quiet, his gaze low and his demeanor distant.

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The cold white light from above highlighted the chiseled lines of his face, casting him in a melancholic glow, as though each of those lines held secrets from years past.

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I couldn't help but be drawn to him, to fall deeper than I ever intended.

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After that, I threw myself into photography with real passion, hoping to walk the same roads he had, see the same views, and perhaps understand the world through his lens.

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I had little talent, but I was relentless.

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He never praised me, nor did he acknowledge me as a student of his, but he did start talking to me more, especially about our shared interests.

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Every word meant a lot to me.

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But before long, he left photography abruptly to pursue a business career. No one knew why.

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"It's a shame,"

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my dad had said when he heard the news.

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They'd known each other a long time, and Dad rambled on about it for ages.

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Kieran only glanced my way and, with his usual calm, said,

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"Madalyn has real potential. She'll go further than I ever did on this path."

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His words left me breathless, my heart pounding, and the smile tugging at my lips was impossible to hide.

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Back then, I actually thought I might have a chance.

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"Why not me?"

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I asked, my voice breaking slightly. "I could also..."

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It was hard to keep my emotions in check.

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After all, for years, it's been me who's always been by his side.

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I cared about him the most.

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So why, when I'd waited so long for him, had he chosen to give his heart to someone else?

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Before I could finish, my dad came around the corner, his expression thunderous.

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"Kieran, you should go.

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This is family business; no outsiders needed here."

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I looked at Kieran, searching for some flicker of support – not out of fear,

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but because I wanted him to say something.

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Whether it was to scold me or defend me, I just wanted him to acknowledge what I was feeling, to show that I wasn't in this alone.

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But he didn't even look back. He left with his new girlfriend without a second glance.

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My father's face flushed with anger, his jaw tight.

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"Get those filthy thoughts out of your head. I'm still alive, you know!"

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I didn't deny or defend myself, nor did I admit I was wrong.

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My father reached for his belt, about to hit me.

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Then a loud and insistent knock at the door interrupted him, sounding like someone would kick it in if they had to.

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My heart pounded, and I sprinted to the door, hoping it was him.

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But it wasn't Kieran.

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The disappointment washed over me in waves, stronger and stronger.

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It was one of my father's most challenging clients, coming by to invite him out to discuss business over dinner.

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The timing was suspicious, and I couldn't help but wonder if Kieran had a hand in this.

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I clung tightly to the faintest sliver of hope, desperately searching for anything that might convince me it wasn't entirely in vain.

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Before leaving, my dad gave me a severe look.

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"You'd better start thinking about the family's reputation. Got it?"

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Yes, they all had reputations to protect.

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Meanwhile, my dignity lay trampled on the ground, ignored and unimportant.

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I tossed and turned that night, unable to sleep, poring over every moment with him, looking for anything I might have missed, some clue.

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In the end, the pain drove me out of bed. I threw on heavy club makeup and went out.

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In a crowded place, loneliness felt a little less sharp.

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I hadn't expected to run into Kieran at the bar entrance.

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He blocked my path, a cigarette between his lips, his face cold and distant under the dim lights.

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"It's late. Go home."

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I gritted my teeth and tried to shove past him.

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"Sorry, I don't know you. Please move."

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A guy pushing forty, staying up at this hour? He's definitely asking for a receding hairline, I thought.

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I tried to walk past him.

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He took a step back, still blocking my way. We were close enough that I could smell the faint hint of alcohol on him.

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It was something he almost never touched. I knew that much.

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So what was eating away at him this time?

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Kieran took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowed in the grayish haze, radiating a brooding, almost careless allure.

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A moment later, he leaned close, his voice a low murmur.

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"How do you think I should handle a kid throwing a tantrum?"

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My mind went blank. It took a while to snap back and regain my composure. I averted my gaze.

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"Kieran, what exactly are you doing? Stop messing with me."

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He chuckled bitterly, a rare hint of anger in his voice.

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"Madalyn, you have no idea what's out there. The world isn't just some romance novel."

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In his photography days, Kieran was all sharp edges, one icy stare enough to silence anyone.

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People thought he was the danger.

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Now, after years in business, he'd mellowed, adopting a reserved, easygoing attitude, but tonight, he'd broken that streak, coming across as relentless, almost obsessive.

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After a beat of hesitation, I couldn't help but ask,

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"Do you care about me?"

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For a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes.

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"Don't overthink it. I'm an older family friend, that's all."

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He reached out to pat my head like he was consoling some lovesick kid.

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I brushed off his hand, barely able to keep my voice steady.

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"Since you think I'm full of romantic nonsense, maybe you should just stay far away.

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I'd hate to cling to you."

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That word – cling – seemed to startle him.

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He just stood there, looking out over the street, and let me go without another word.

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The lights inside the bar were dim and erratic, the music deafening.

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I downed drink after drink at the counter, and by the time I stumbled toward the exit, I was unsteady, my steps faltering until I fell into someone's arms.

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Before I could even react, a hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me back.

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I looked up at the familiar figure, my hazy vision unable to make out the details, but I instinctively wanted to move closer, to stay in his orbit.

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The figure let out a strained sigh, his voice rough.

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"Don't move."

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"Then be my boyfriend, just for a day?"

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I whispered, tilting his chin up and giving him the briefest kiss.

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"Even just one day."

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I gazed at him.

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"I've liked you for so long. Just one day – please?"

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Everything after that was a blur.

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But in my heart, I was convinced it had to have been Kieran.

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The next morning, I woke up sprawled across a hotel bed, my head pounding.

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I was still piecing the night together when I heard a man's voice.

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"You're awake?"

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"Kieran?"

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I asked.

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I sat up immediately, but froze when I saw him.