Ch. 20: No turning Back
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Alex sat on the lobby couch...
Dazed.
Time passed...
Every second,
Felt heavy.
Like something was pressing down on his chest..
Slowly,
Crushing him.
How long has it been?”
He didn’t even know.
Minutes felt like hours.
Each passing second...
Like a silent execution.
His thoughts—wouldn’t stop.
They said she loved Drake.
Loved him deeply.
His jaw tightened.
“…Does she still?”
The question echoed—Again.
And again.
Does she only agreed to be with me out of impulse?
Out of anger?
Out of spite?
His pupils trembled slightly.
And a flash of pain crossed his eyes.
His fists clenched tightly—
So tight—
His knuckles turned pale.
“…Don’t think like that.”
But he couldn’t stop.
His brows furrowed.
His face—Pale.
His lips pressed into a thin line.
His long lashes lowered—
Hiding the storm in his eyes.
Loneliness.
Fear.
Desperation.
“…What if she doesn’t come back?”
His chest tightened painfully.
“…What if she chooses him again?”
The thought alone—
Was enough to make his breathing uneven.
Because he knew—
If that happened—
He wouldn’t be able to take it.
Not again.
The pain.
The loss.
The feeling of watching her walk away—
With someone else.
“…Can I survive that twice?”
He didn’t have the answer.
And that scared him more than anything.
Claire’s Side
Claire followed Drake to a nearby café.
They sat near the entrance.
A table by the glass window.
Drake went to the counter to order.
Claire remained seated—
Calm.
Unbothered.
Her eyes—Clear.
As if she had already decided everything.
A few moments later— Drake returned.
He sat across from her.
And instinctively—
Reached out.
But, Claire moved her hand away.
Without hesitation.
A small gesture—
But enough for Drake to froze slightly.
“…Just say what you want to say.”
Claire spoke first.
Her tone—Flat.
“I don’t have much time.”
Drake’s expression tightened.
“…Claire.”
His voice softened.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Why are you doing this?”
Claire looked at him.
Quietly.
Because she knew...
If she didn’t give him a reason..
He would never stop.
“…Drake.”
She spoke slowly.
“I realized something.”
A pause.
“I don’t love you that much.”
The words landed—Sharp.
“It’s not about you.”
“It’s me.”
“I fell out of love.”
Silence.
Then...
“Damn it, Claire—”
Drake’s voice cracked.
“We’ve been together for almost two years—”
“And this is what you’re telling me?”
“No.”
“I don’t accept that.”
Claire didn’t react.
Didn’t flinch.
“…I’m not asking for your acceptance.”
Her voice remained calm.
“I’m informing you.”
“That we’re over.”
Drake stared at her—as if trying to find a c***k.
Any hesitation.
"Did you ever love me?”
The question came out quieter this time.
More fragile.
Claire didn’t answer.
She just looked at him.
Her eyes—
Clear.
Determined.
Drake’s expression stiffened.
Something in him—broke.
Claire stood up.
Slowly.
“I hope you find someone better.”
She said softly.
Then, she turned.
And walked away.
Without looking back.
The moment Claire stepped into the lobby,
She saw him.
Alex.
Sitting there...
Staring straight at her.
His eyes—complicated.
Unreadable.
Her steps slowed slightly.
Did he see me… with Drake?
Before she could say anything...
Alex stood up.
And walked towards her.
Without a word—he took her hand.
Firm.
Warm.
Then led her...
Straight to the elevator.
Silent.
All the way up.
The air between them is heavy.
Unspoken things were lingering.
Inside the elevator, neither spoke.
Claire glanced at him.
His jaw was tight.
His expression—Controlled.
Too controlled.
(Alex’s Thoughts)
The moment he saw her come back,
Alone.
He already understood.
She won’t fall in love with me that quickly.
His grip tightened slightly around her hand.
As long as she’s still willing to marry me…
That was enough.
Even if—there was still someone else in her heart.
So what?
He would stay.
He would try.
He would make her fall for him—
Eventually.
If she doesn’t…
Then it just meant—
He wasn’t good enough yet.
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