As Sophia stepped back into her apartment, the warm glow of the lamps welcomed her, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that still swirled within her. She closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. The concert replayed in her mind like a movie, vivid and overwhelming. Clara’s voice, the crowd’s cheers, and Alex standing there with that bouquet—each moment was etched into her memory.
She walked over to her couch and sank into the cushions, her phone still buzzing with notifications. She hesitated, glancing at the screen, where a flood of missing messages from Alex stared back at her. Part of her wanted to ignore them, to put up her defenses, but another part of her craved to dive back into those words, to unravel the complexities of what had happene
