Chapter Four: The Almost Goodbye
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The silence didn’t happen all at once.
It grew slowly.
A missed call here. A delayed reply there. Conversations that used to last hours became short updates about work and exhaustion. Neither of them meant to drift — but distance has a quiet way of stretching even the strongest bonds.
One night, after another twelve-hour shift, Althea sat on the edge of her bed staring at her phone. Gregory had read her message an hour ago. No reply.
Her chest tightened.
She hated how quickly her mind turned against her. Maybe he was tired of this. Maybe he needed someone physically there. Maybe love had an expiration date.
Before fear could talk her out of it, she called him.
“Are we okay?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
There was a pause.
“We are,” Gregory answered. “But I think we’re both pretending this isn’t hard.”
That honesty hurt more than reassurance would have.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she admitted quietly. It was the first time she had said it out loud.
“You’re not losing me,” he said. “But I don’t want to compete with your dreams either.”
The next evening, there was a knock on her apartment door.
Gregory stood there — tired from travel, holding nothing but a small paper bag of her favorite bread from their hometown.
No grand speech. No dramatic gesture.
“I don’t show up to stop you,” he said gently. “I show up because I choose you. Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when it’s hard.”
Althea felt something inside her soften.
Love wasn’t leaving.
It was simply asking for effort from both of them.
They sat on the floor that night, talking honestly — about fear, expectations, and the reality of building two lives at once.
It wasn’t a perfect conversation.
But it was real.
And sometimes, real is what saves you from goodbye.
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