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nticipation. As I flopped onto my bed, I barely had time to pull the covers over me be

from the usual hustle and bustle of the week. After completing my morning chores-washing dishes and tidying up-I laced up my favorite runni

ed my movements. Just as I was getting lost in the melody, a sudden chime pierced through the music, snapping me out of my focus. I glanced

ges that I just couldn't resist checking. Curiosity got the better of m

a message caught my eye.

ds, realizing with a sinking feeling that he had somehow acquired my number. How could he have found it? My mind raced with unease,

feet hitting the pavement. But now, the joy of the run dissipated, replaced by anxiety. Each stride felt

s fading into a blur. Each step felt urgent, driven by an instinctual awareness of the menacing pre

g tension, and the once calming sounds of nature w

shadow over what should have been a peaceful run, transf

than waiting for me on the porch. His face lit up with a warm smile a

eeded it most, and never once complained about the sacrifices he made. I am deeply grateful to him; his unwa

leaned closer to me. I shrugged it off, attempting to hide my feelings while w

meaningful exchange, and with the weekend blossoming before us, a wave of guilt washed over me. I could feel a heaviness in my chest, a reminder of the distance that

ier suggestion to answer it, I resolutely refrained from picking up, clinging to my principles of court

y nerves like an unwelcome intruder. The sound felt invasive, akin to a digital pest inva

f my chair, stretching out my hand to retrieve my phone from the table. Curiosity, a powerful force, overshadowed my earlier

e cut through the line. "I'm outside your apartment, Miss Ella." The unexpected announcement sent a

the device seemingly glued to his ear. The midday sun cast a warm glow over the scene, but I felt a chill run down my spine as hi