His Angel [Mark Lee]

His Angel- Alternate ending

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Shreya happily walked down the street wearing her long padding coat. This thing was a literal saviour. She made her way to her favourite cafe for a cup of hot cocoa. This one was her favourite because the cafe was big and free. It was spacious even though people filled the place continuously. It had an empty feeling and she loved that. It gave her some space. She took her seat at a table at one of the farthest corners. Her smile no longer there. She sighed as thoughts flooded her head. She knew what she had gotten herself into.

One and a half years into her relationship with Mark.

It was a bliss. She wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. As it smooth as it looked, it wasn't. It was also a bumpy roller coaster ride. They were starting to get a little distant. Small arguments here and there. She knew that she was making this a big issue by overreacting. It can't be called overreacting, but yearning. Yearning for his attention. It had been quite a while since they'd had a proper date. It didn't matter to her, the way they had dates. Hiding, with a mask. Always cautious. Always the quick ones. No street food dates. No holding hands. No dates like a normal couple that people saw around the city. The ones without any worries.

If they needed more time to spend with each other, it had to a luxurious date. And she hated that. She hated that he had to shell out so much money just to spend hours with her, without any tension. Just the two of them. All alone. Nothing to bother them.

She looked at the ring that he had given her on her birthday, one and a half years ago. It did feel quite lonely. The buzzer on the table buzzed and she got up with a sigh to go get her order. By the time she was back, there was someone sitting at the table.

"Excuse me?" she called out.

The person turned around to greet her with a wave. She could see that he was smiling from underneath his mask that he was wearing.

"You? What are you doing here?" she whispered, placing down her tray.

She sat down, looking around to see if people were looking at them. But heaved a sigh of relief when no one was looking at their direction. She passed a piece of cake that she was glad she bought.

"Thank you" he smiled, pulling down his mask.

"And yes, me" he winked.

"Here we go with the winks" she chuckled.

"I know you love it" he winked, again.

"Why are you here?" she whispered, leaning forward.

"A small cafe date with you" he smiled, yet again, taking a bite of his cake.

"For how long have you been here?" she asked.

"Ever since you got here" he replied.

"So, you followed me here?" she cocked a brow.

"Yep" he nodded.

"That's more like stalking, you know" she chuckled.

"Well, it doesn't matter as long as I get it be with my special person" he shrugged.

"Stop being so cheesy. If it was the old me, I'd have cringed" she said.

"But you are special" he said: