Samantha’s POV “Sometimes, love doesn’t come with fireworks. Sometimes, it’s just someone quietly choosing to stay, even when you have no words left.” It’s strange, how silence can say so much. We weren’t talking about it. Not the confrontation. Not the tension that hung in the air like dust catching sunlight. But every time Gavin sent a message, offered a seat, or simply sat across the room while I worked—he was saying something. He was saying: I’m still here. And for someone like me, who was so used to being left behind, that meant more than any sorry could. It became a routine. Not planned. Not agreed upon. Just something that unfolded naturally. I’d show up at the café late in the morning. He’d pretend to be busy when I walked in, but the tea would already be brewing before I c

