My Twin Flame

or more. They'd been together long enough for their movements to be familiar, yet the hunger between them still felt raw, untamed. As they fell o

y. Missin

ind racing. Who was S? She hadn't seen that name before. The room b

?" he asked, his

he phone, her hand

expression guilty. "Chris

louder than any words. Christina felt the ground shift

whispered, her

but she pushed him away.

nly sound the soft hum of the city outside. Christina curled into a ball, her heart shattering into a million pieces. How could he do this to her? She'd trusted him, loved him with every fiber of her being. As the tears c

wondering what she'd missed, what she'd ignored. The "S" message still seared in her mind like a brand. A week passed, maybe two, before Christina finally emerged from her haze. She

sick about you. Need to vent, need ice

typing out the words with a newfound determination. She was done wallowing. It was time to face the music, and maybe, just maybe, she'd find a way to rise from the ashes. The ice cream and venting session with Emil

ly declared, licking her spoon. "Andrew wa

her veins, like a match striking. That night, as Christina lay in bed, she felt a strange sense of resolve. She'd been given a second chance, a

eyes, the image of snow-capped peaks and endless trails filling her mind. She was ready to fa