He had trained himself not to think of her. Years of silence had turned her name into something half-dissolved, like a word left too long in water. His days were orderly, uneventful- coffee at the same corner cafe, the same walk to work, the same careful avoidance of anything that hinted at the past. And then, without warning, there she was.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcqWUL2qzjD
It wasn’t dramatic. She wasn’t framed in a spotlight or standing in the rain. She was just there- in line ahead of him at the bakery, asking for a croissant like she had every right to exist in his present. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. The years collapsed into nothing. The last argument, the slammed door, the silence that followed- it all pressed against his chest at once.27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzvSC60lm6g
She turned, and their eyes met. No one else in the cafe would have seen it, but for him the air seemed to shift, brittle and sharp. He saw not just her face but everything he had locked away: the choices he never forgave himself for, the apologies never spoken, the softer memories that still ached. He realized, with something close to dread, that the careful walls he had built were paper-thin. In a single glance, she had stepped through them, carrying the weight of everything unresolved. “Why are you in my fucking backery, you fucking asshole?!”27Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1O85sUJfNJ
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