The morning sun poured through the sheer curtains of Isabella’s apartment, casting soft golden rays across her small but cozy living space. She sat at the kitchen table, a half-eaten bagel on a plate in front of her as she scrolled through her email inbox. Her freelance work was steady, enough to keep her busy, but it wasn’t the same as the life she had before—when every day brought new challenges, excitement, and, of course, Damien.
Her hand hesitated over her coffee mug, her thoughts drifting to him once again. No matter how much she tried to move forward, Damien was always there in the back of her mind, like a melody she couldn’t forget. She wondered what he was doing, whether he was thinking of her, too. The thought was both comforting and painful, a reminder of what she had left behi
