Isabella
The park was peaceful. The kind of peaceful that made it easy to pretend, even if just for a little while, that everything was fine. That there weren’t unspoken words simmering beneath the surface, that I wasn’t sitting on this bench overthinking every single interaction I had with Christian.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the cherry blossom trees, casting soft shadows on the ground. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the crisp, fresh air, and despite everything, I let myself relax just a little.
A few feet away, Christian and Nova were playing.
Well, Christian was playing. Nova, being a toddler with questionable hand-eye coordination, was mostly stumbling around, but the delight on his face made my heart clench in ways I wasn’t prepared to handle.
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