More Than Just Words

ont of me. She hasn't changed much in ten years. Her big brown eyes still captivate me, the same ones that I used to get lost in when we were teenagers. Her t

lf down. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and soft murmurs of conv

ft town and never returned, not even after I followed her footsteps. I still remember sneaking out of class to meet at the park, sharing our dreams and fears, kissing under the star

made her look like an angel? It’s just a piece of clothing, but something precious feels ruined. Some

sorry, but I know she doesn’t want to talk to me. She hates me for what I did to her in the past. Maybe leaving her alone is the best thing to do. Making things worse is not what I need. I shake my head, trying to ignore the sc

ed, how we kissed. How she made me feel alive, like nothing else mattered. I remember how I asked her out as a bet, but I n

smiling, her brown eyes shining, her coily hair bouncing. She looked beautiful, and I felt

ce, and I knew he was here to pay for the bet we had. I winked, hoping he would get the message a

aid, letting go o

or a month and make her fall for you. But it’s been three months and I owe you some cash.

th disbelief and hurt. "What bet? Richard, what is

hat I had used her. Adam and the others would laugh at me, call me weak, mock me. I couldn't lose my reputation, my popularity, my

were just a game to me. You're too clingy and annoying for my taste. Yo

ef and hurt. "How could you do this to me? How could you be so

d the others, who were cheering and clapping. "Come on, guys,

r crying on the ground. She looked broken and

e? Was it because I was afraid of getting too attached? Of losing stability in

ughts as he plops down next to me

here,” I mutter to myself, still s

aises an eyebrow,

she looks... good." Why the hell did I mention that? It's complica

back his amusement. "Dude, you're not still

, Of course he mentioned Crystal, my fiance. For someone who always tr

oretta’s profile, hoping to see a sign of her life. But the las

d sadness as I stare at her profile picture. She looks so happy and beautiful, with her full red hair and freckled face. I can't help but compare her to Crystal, who

s elsewhere, when I receive a text from E

out a sigh as I replied, "No, he hasn't." Then, I glance over at

sent you. When are you planning to schedul

houlders. "Nah, haven't gotten around to i

o me; it's my career. I've poured my heart and soul into getting where I am, and the thought of messing it up terrifies me. I need stabili

n their tasks, and some just laugh and talk. I turn to Adam again, "You know how important this i

s. "Relax, man. We

We only have 5 days left until October. We have someone working on the thumbnails and video editing. All

Okay, okay, I get it. I'll schedule

s up his sleeve. One time, he argued that we were pumping out too many videos and it was hard to keep up, so I suggested hiring an extra social media assistant. He stubb

she stares at me. Without saying a word, she snatches her bag and storms out of the coffee shop, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement. My stomach tightens as