I Never Should Have Let My Ex Walk Away

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unter of my small apartment. His voice, calm yet laced with the arroga

And now, here he was, standing in my doorway, looking exactly the same-maybe even better. The same sharp

said, almost accusingly, as

oice trembled. "And maybe a little terrified that

pt to back away. "I had to see you, Emma.

Could this be the apology I've been waiting for-o

arely above a whisper. "After eve

rong. I know that now. But things were compli

cuse for leaving me crying in the middle of the

nking about you-not for a single day. I had to make choices back then

emory-the hurt, the sleepless ni

to steady my voice. "Why af

made my knees almost buckle. "Because I can't leave things like

again? You mean... pick

owly. "If yo

yet, part of me-the part I had buried deep beneath layers of pride a

fter five years and expect things to be normal,

'm asking for a chance. One chance to prove I h

. And for a moment, I alm

have no idea what I went through," I whispered. "Do you? Five years of pretending I didn't still

is voice low but firm. "And I hated myself every single day for causing it. I thou

d the school, the laughter in coffee shops, the way he used to hold me like the world could fall apart a

ow fixes everything?" I

on't expect it to. I just... can't leave without trying. Yo

d me with a flutter that refused to be silenced. "And what if I don't want

gently near mine-so close, yet not touching. "Then I'll wa

. But the truth was... part of me wanted him here. Wanted to hear him out. Wanted to know if

lectric. Outside, the city moved on, obliviou

n't deserve this. I know I walked away. But I've cha

f the counter. My mind screamed no, ye

counter buzzed. A message from someone I hadn't heard fro

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