Girlfriend For Hire 🔥

Saphire

Michael stood by the large glass window of his hotel suite, staring out at the dark sky above. The bustling city below was alive with lights and sounds, but to him, it was nothing more than a blur. He had been in Tokyo for a week now, throwing himself into work to distract himself from the empty space Anica had left behind. But no matter how busy he was, no matter how many cities he flew to, she was always on his mind.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, his heart heavy with longing. The moon hung low in the sky, glowing softly over the city, and he couldn't help but wonder if Anica was looking at the same moon, thinking of him. It had been weeks since she left, but the ache in his chest hadn't lessened. If anything, it had grown deeper, more unbearable.

Meanwhile, across the world, Anica sat on a small balcony of her modest apartment in Reykjavik, Iceland. The farthest place she could think of, as far away from Michael as possible. She had chosen it on purpose, knowing he wouldn't think to look for her here. The cold wind brushed her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around herself, staring up at the moon hanging above the quiet city.

She hadn't wanted to take Joseph's money, but she had no choice. She couldn't survive in a foreign land with nothing, and though it hurt her pride, she accepted the help. She was now a working student, taking classes during the day and doing occasional modeling jobs to support herself. It was a quiet life, one far removed from the glamorous world she had shared with Michael, but it was a life she could control.

Still, nothing filled the emptiness inside her. She missed him—God, she missed him. Every day, every night, she thought of him. The way he smiled at her, the way he held her close, the way he whispered, "I love you," like she was his whole world. She wanted to forget, but how could she when everything around her reminded her of him?

Anica glanced up at the moon, her heart squeezing in her chest. She closed her eyes, whispering softly, "I miss you, Michael." Her words were carried away by the cold wind, but she hoped, somehow, they would reach him.

At that same moment, thousands of miles away, Michael opened his eyes, his heart heavy with the weight of her absence. He reached out and placed a hand on the cold glass of the window, whispering into the night, "I miss you, Anica."

They were worlds apart, separated by continents and oceans, but in that brief moment, as they both looked at the same moon, their hearts beat in unison. The longing was unbearable, but neither knew how to ease the ache. They only knew that no matter where they were, no matter how far apart, they would always be connected by the love they shared. A love that neither distance nor time could erase.

The moon hung high, casting its gentle light over two hearts that were lost without each other, but still bound by the invisible thread of their love.

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The morning air in Reykjavik was cold but fresh, the kind that woke you up with a gentle chill. Anica wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck as she stepped out of the church, her breath creating small clouds in the icy air. It was just another Sunday in her new life, far from the chaos she had once known. She had survived an entire year in this foreign land, away from the world that had defined her for so long. Every day, she went about her routine—studying, working, doing whatever she could to keep her mind occupied.

But no matter how busy she kept herself, one thing remained constant: her heart still ached for Michael. She touched the simple but elegant promise ring on her finger, the one he had given her that night at Hayvenhurst. It had never left her hand, a quiet but constant reminder of what she had left behind. The thought of him, far away and unaware of her whereabouts, gnawed at her soul. But she had made her decision. It was what was best for him, even if it tore her apart.