I sat alone in my dimly lit condo, the echoes of the evening still reverberating in my mind. The moment I walked away from the restaurant, from Grachelle, from Theo, from the life I had foolishly let slip through my fingers. Something inside me shattered beyond repair.
I had expected to feel lighter after our conversation. I had told myself that by setting her free and by setting myself free, I would finally be able to move forward, to go back to the woman I thought I truly loved. But every time I stepped inside the empty house I once shared with Grachelle, reality crashed into me like an unrelenting wave, drowning me in a sea of regret so deep it left me gasping for breath.
My mind tortured me with thoughts of her. I imagined her standing in front of me, the way she used to. Her eyes fu
