Solayne's love life has been a series of mishaps, from fleeting crushes to crushing heartbreaks. But when love unexpectedly strikes, she finds herself torn between three captivating individuals.
As confusion, mistakes, and wrong decisions spiral out...
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I grab our drinks heading back to our selected table. Handing over hers, our fingers brush against each other and I offer her an apologetic smile settling in my seat. I take a sip, collecting my thoughts, before meeting her gaze. Her brown eyes, like warm, rich chocolate, sparkle with a mix of emotions as I break the silence.
"I've been inconsiderate of your feelings," I admit, "'and I'm deeply sorry it took me this long to realize it." I nervously rub my hands together beneath the table, as I continue, "I should have been more thoughtful, more understanding." I fidget with the straw, swirling it in the juice mixture, my eyes locked on hers, hoping to convey my sincerity.
This meeting was Myra's suggestion, a chance to make amends, and now, here we are, face to face, with only our words and emotions between us.
"'I overreacted," she admit, shaking her head. "I was vulnerable, and your words triggered me." Her voice cracks as she confesses, "I just needed someone to listen without judgment. Your reaction made me feel small and insignificant, and I hated that feeling." Her gaze intensifies, her eyes locking onto mine. "I didn't appreciate your approach that day, but I'm grateful for your honesty. You were right, I still had feelings for him despite everything." She looks up at me through her lashes, her expression softening. "So, I'm sorry too."
I smile, reaching for her hand, and she places it in mine. "You have no idea how hard those weeks were," I say, my voice cracking with emotion. "Not having you in my life was like losing a part of myself. I felt lost, alone, and utterly shattered." I recall the countless nights I spent curled up in a ball, tears streaming down my face, my heart heavy with grief. "I don't ever want to feel that way again," I reveal, my eyes locking onto hers.
Myra is more than just a friend, she's my anchor, my confidante, my partner in every sense of the word. The thought of losing our years of friendship over a silly misunderstanding was a prospect too devastating to bear. I couldn't let that happen.
"It was rough for me too," she laughs, her voice trembling as she sniffs back tears. "I felt disoriented, like my life was no longer mine." Her eyes well up with tears as she confessed, "I couldn't stand the thought of losing what we had." She nods in agreement, squeezing my hand.
"Let's not resort to that ever again, please," I request, my voice cracking with emotion.
"I promise," she says, her smile radiant, taking a sip of her drink.
"Cheers to a second chance in friendship," I say, smiling back, clicking our cups together in a toast. We both giggle, taking sips of our drinks, the tension between us dissipating.
Just then, my phone pings on the table, shattering the tranquility of the moment. I see a pop-up message from Arzhel and feel a spark of intrigue. I opened my phone to view his WhatsApp message, my curiosity piqued.
