MEGAN’S POV
The next few months unfolded like a gentle, sunlit breeze. Wonderful and full of promise. Sebastian kept his promise, coming to see me every weekend without fail. Each visit deepened our bond, weaving us closer together. I found myself smiling more easily, laughing more freely, and slowly, I was beginning to miss Victor less and less.
Yet, amid this happiness, a faint tug of longing still lingered in my heart. Sometimes, late at night, I’d catch myself reminiscing about Victor. The way he used to look at me, the memories we shared. It was a quiet ache that refused to completely fade, a reminder of what once was.
We still texted now and then, exchanged messages that made me feel connected even when apart. We’d talk on the phone occasionally, whispers of the past that still he
