y/n an ambitious and passionate woman with a burning desire for modeling decides to move to the bright lights of New York City believing it'll be the best place to start her career. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with...
I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of release as I finally got that off my chest. I hoped that by sharing my thoughts with her, she would be able to understand everything better. But deep down, I knew she didn't deserve to be burdened with more problems. We had only known each other for a month, and she was such a hard working person.
It was just plain wrong to put me as an obstacle in her life. So, I decided to keep the rest to myself. I mean it was the best decision, it would be better and she had already heard enough. I didn't want to hurt her any more. She's just too good for me. I couldn't possibly fall for her?...
Tom, being my other half, always had a way of reading me like a closed book. He could look into my eyes and know exactly what was going on in my mind. We didn't even need to communicate verbally sometimes; it felt like we had a telepathic connection. After all, we were twins, and he understood me better than anyone else
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Tom stepped in front of me, crossing his arms against his chest. He locked eyes with me, silently questioning my decision.
"Aren't you going to tell her the whole truth?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I glanced down at the ring on my finger, nervously twirling it between my index finger. Then, I looked back up at him, trying my best to hide my emotions behind a neutral expression.
"No," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's better this way. She heard enough."
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Tom adjusted his cap, letting out a heavy sigh. He put both hands in his pockets and gave me one last look before walking away. It was his way of accepting my choice, even if he didn't fully agree.
As I watched him go, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. Doubt, uncertainty, and a lingering sense of guilt. Only time would reveal if I had made the right decision or if it would come back to haunt me in the end. But for now, I had to trust my instincts and turn the page.
