As Matteo settled into the stiff plastic chair in the waiting room, a whirlwind of emotions surged through him. He rubbed his temples, trying to calm the storm brewing inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air. He couldn't shake the image of Albert being shot, the chaos of the warehouse still fresh in his mind.
With each passing minute, the weight of uncertainty pressed heavier on his chest. He leaned forward, hands clasped tightly, whispering a silent prayer for his friend's recovery. "Please, just let him be okay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the hospital lounge. He blinked, convinced he was imagining things. But there she was-Isabella. Standing in front of the reception desk, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, she spoke to the nurse, her expression a blend of concern and professionalism.
Matteo's heart raced. Though they had shared a childhood bond, she was just a girl back then-so much had changed. He sat frozen, watching her interact with the staff, feeling a strange ache in his chest. It felt surreal, as if he were watching a scene from a dream. Memories flooded back-the laughter, the secrets shared in the shadows of their youth, and the bond that had been lost to time.
When their eyes met, a fleeting moment passed between them, and Matteo felt a spark of recognition, a pull deep within him. But Isabella, unable to place him, simply tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing in curiosity. There was something about the man in front of her-an inexplicable feeling that stirred within her, a sense of familiarity she couldn't quite grasp.
She quickly averted her gaze, returning to her conversation with the nurse, but the moment lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Matteo watched her, an unfamiliar longing gripping him. He couldn't bring himself to approach her or even speak. He didn't want too, he didn't want her to remember him because if she does then, there's no going back.
In that moment, it became clear that while their lives had intersected once more, they were still worlds apart-bound by a history neither could fully remember, yet deeply felt.
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A Thousand Ways To Say I Love You
RomanceThe title reflect the story that love can be expressed in countless ways, none need to be spoken but deeply felt. The story builds a heartfelt conclusion, not with words, but through understanding throughout their journey together. •Love in the deta...
