The next few days passed in a blur, the kind where time seems to stretch and contract, leaving me disoriented and uncertain. I kept replaying Luca’s words in my head, the weight of them sinking deeper each time. "I’m not going anywhere, Sophie. I’m not going to give up on you." His voice was constant in my mind, steady, persistent, and yet... I wasn’t sure if I could meet him halfway.
He had given me the space I had asked for, but there was an underlying tension every time I saw him—or rather, every time I didn’t see him. He was there, but at a distance, and I couldn’t help but feel the loss. I didn’t want to admit it, but the emptiness his absence left behind was palpable.
I’d been avoiding him, trying to process everything on my own, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure what I was
