Choosing Us Again
The message stayed on Michael’s phone for almost an hour before he replied. Four simple words. We need to talk. He read them again and again, trying to understand what they meant. Those words could mean many things. Another argument. A final goodbye. Or something else he didn’t dare to hope for. Finally, he typed a reply. When? The answer came quickly. Tonight. Then another message followed. Somewhere neutral. Michael stared at the screen for a moment before typing again. The small café near Riverside Park? A pause. Then the reply. Okay. That was it. No extra words. No explanations. Just a time and a place. The rest of the afternoon felt unusually long. Michael tried to focus on work, but his thoughts kept drifting. He wondered what Elena would say. He wondered if
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