OWNING HER: Second Chance With A Vow

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for it can leave us

d tomorrow morning,” Dr

been good news, b

return as soon as she could. But if anything, she w

ck for me, and I was entit

of my chestnut hair around my finger, glancing at the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time. Every fucking knock on the door felt like th

the bruises anymore, that I'm sick of

he room, casting a gentle glow on my face. My tired eyes flickered with anticipation, hoping that my guess was right. And t

, I wa

asn'

edside, his footsteps silent

he ju

wiftly asked, my cu

derness that bespoke a deeper meaning. "These are gifts from him," he whispered, his vo

, overshadowing my initial thoughts, "Who are you talking about?," I inquired, my voic

vealing the secrets he carried, "The gifts bear the answer you seek,

do I seek?,” I

he turned away, leaving me to po

art and mind intertwining in anticipation. Each layer peeled

the words

Bra

Bran

l I had were the gifts he sent, including a bouquet of vibra

eep hurt that threatened to consume me. Why would he send me gifts, yet refuse to show up, to see the end of

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the bouquet. My trembling hands carefully unfolded t

my chest. I swear, I felt a mixture of frustration and relief wash over me, as if the uncertain

H

uld. The world that has been created for me doesn't allow me c

has put you in so much pain, and I hate myself for it. If only I could take aw

king a deep breath to steady myself, feeling a mixture of bitterness and forgiveness wrestle within my s

ty, to embrace the warmth of his words, but doubt gnawed at me. Was this just a futile attempt to ease

xt words would br

g my fragile state as I mov

words. I have no idea if our paths will ever cross again. If it does

ndo

could hold it back. How could he still see my beauty after knocking it down? I felt bot

r into the darkness a

his words would

smo

aining the page with teardrops and ink. The diminishing hope of our paths crossing again tugged at my fragile heartstrings, whispering of a reunion that I

r, I found myself caught between the shards of my shatte

ocked me down, and left me knocked. What has come ove

aybe it

hat it has left m

y say about