He looked different, somehow. There was a tension in his posture, a weight in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. As he approached the table, I noticed how his gaze flickered around the room, as if he was searching for an escape route, something to hide behind. It hurt to see him like this, knowing that I was the cause of it.
Nicolas sat down across from me, his expression carefully guarded. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence between us was thick, filled with everything we weren’t saying.
“You came,” I finally said, my voice quiet but steady.
“I said I would,” he replied, his tone neutral.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “Nicolas, I need to understand what’s going on. I can’t keep living like this, not knowing where we stand, what you want… what we’r
