Adrianna:
Sawyer looked at me for a long moment, his gaze softening as he stepped closer. He didn’t speak right away, but he took my hands in his, his grip gentle but firm.
"Then choose yourself, Adrianna," he said quietly. "Choose the life you want. I’ll be here, but I won’t ask you to be something you’re not."
For the first time in a long while, I felt the weight of my decision settle in my chest—not with guilt, but with peace. I didn’t know what the future would hold, but for now, I had chosen the life I wanted. And in that moment, I knew I could face whatever came next.
"Maybe... maybe we can start something new," he said softly, his voice raw but hopeful. For the first time in a while, I believed in the promise of a future—one where our pasts didn’t define us.
"Maybe we can," I
