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When She Becomes Unattainable

When She Becomes Unattainable

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Chapter 1 Chapitre 1

Word Count: 1182    |    Released on: 14/02/2025

ron, his favorite dish. She had pulled out all the stops, as they say. The candles were lit on the table, creating a soft, warm glow. She had even slipped into a red dress, the one h

complicity they had lost, to redisco

evening, just the two of them. Months since he had been busy with work, coming home exhausted and in a hurry, barely seeing her anymor

n the screen. "I'm sorry, Lara. Something unexpected at work, I won't be able to come home tonight. I promise we'll make it up to you." Lara's heart sank. She read

roat, and she forced herself to breathe deeply, to not let the tears overwhelm her. But they were there, lurking, ready to

ogether. But it wasn't the same anymore. She wasn't the same anymore. She had lost herself. They had lost each other. She stood there, in that little corner of

cted. She stopped in front of their bedroom door. He wasn't even there to see her, to hold her, to tell her that everything would be okay, that he loved her. Because he di

the memories invade her. The first months, the passion, the smiles exchanged, the endless discussions, the plans, the dreams they built together. Then the silences. Then th

no more coat thrown on the chair. Only emptiness, this emptiness that seemed to extend into every corner of the house. Lara sat on the couch, her hands clasped in her lap. She

here was no reason to stay anymore. No reason to hope anymore. He would never see her, and his love would no longer be enough. She had had en

ere she was going, she hadn't thought about all that yet. But she knew she had to leave. She had to find herself, find herself again, far

dead, both of them, in what they had become. And the Lara he had loved no longer existed. She was only a memory. An illusion. She took a deep breath, then, without looking back, she approached the desk.

nymore. It's time for me to go. To live for myself. To

signation. Of release. She knew it was all over. And that now, there was nothing left to save. She grabbed the

hing she had ever known. When she crossed the front door, she felt a heavy weight lift off her shoulders, a heavy mist dissipate. The night air hit her softly. Sh

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