Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"You said I'm the love of your life, about a million times."
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The afternoon light filtered through the sheer curtains in the flat, casting a soft glow over the room. I sat on the edge of the couch, staring down at my hands, the sparkling diamond on my finger catching the light.
No matter how many times I had tried to convince myself otherwise, it felt like a weight pressing against my skin, a constant reminder of the arrangement I had been forced into.
There was a sudden knock at the door, and my heart skipped a beat because I knew who it was before I even stood up.
Taking a deep breath, I crossed the room and opened the door. Myles stood there, looking the same but different—his dark brown hair neatly combed back and his grey eyes filled with something I hadn't seen before.
He wasn't the boy-next-door I had fallen in love with years ago; there was a weariness in him now, an intensity that hadn't been there before.
"Azalea, hey." He said softly, his voice rough around the edges.
"Hello." I replied, stepping aside to let him in.
Myles walked into the flat, his eyes briefly scanning the living room before settling on me. There was a tension in the air, one that hadn't existed between us before.
We had always been so comfortable around each other, even at the breakfast, but now it felt as though we were walking on thin ice.
"Thanks for agreeing to see me." he said, his hands shoved into his pockets as he turned to face me. He looked hesitant, as though he wasn't quite sure how to begin.
"Of course. I... I'm glad you came," I nodded, my stomach churning with anxiety as I gestured to the sofa, "Please, have a seat."
He sat down wordlessly, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between us. Myles glanced down at the ring on my finger, and his jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything as he averted his heavy gaze.
The air in the flat had never felt more stifling, weighed down by the tension of what was to come between us.
I could feel his presence across from me as I took a seat in the opposite chair and looked down at my lap. My heart was filled with so much emotion that I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be—before everything had fallen apart.
There was a time when our love had felt easy, natural, and unbreakable. I closed my eyes, letting the memories flood back.
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It was a warm afternoon at Kew Gardens, where the vibrant colours of spring mirrored the joy I felt in my heart.
I had worn a flowing pink dress, twirling barefoot on the soft grass while Myles sat back on our picnic spread and laughed at my antics. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and for a while, everything in our world had been perfect.
