Rena stood in front of her apartment door, frozen in disbelief. The hallway was filled with the smell of fresh flowers—roses, to be exact—dozens of them, all arranged in intricate bouquets lining the floor from the elevator to her door. The sight was overwhelming. It was like something out of a movie, but the moment she saw the note perched delicately atop the bouquet closest to her, reality set in.
Leandro.
Rena's heart sank. She hesitated before picking up the note, already knowing what it would say. With a shaky breath, she unfolded the small card.
"I'm sorry for everything. Please give me a chance to make it right. – L"
Her stomach churned. This was classic Leandro—grand gestures, big promises, and the same old apologies. It had been months since their breakup, and despite everything, he had a way of slipping back into her life like he belonged there. And every time he did, it stirred up emotions she thought she had buried.
She stood there for a long moment, unsure what to feel. Anger? Sadness? Confusion? Maybe all three. She had done so well distancing herself from him, especially after their last conversation when he had promised to give her space. But here he was, once again, trying to pull her back in.
With a sigh, Rena stepped over the flowers and unlocked her door. She closed it behind her, shutting out the sight of the roses but not the feelings they had brought back. Her mind was racing. Why now? Why, after all this time, was he trying again?
Her phone buzzed in her bag, and she pulled it out to see another text from Leandro.
Leandro: Can we talk? I miss you.
Rena stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. She wanted to ignore him, to block his number and move on. But something in her couldn't. There was still that small part of her that remembered the good times, the moments when they were happy—before everything fell apart. That part of her still wondered if he had changed. If he was really sorry.
She dropped her phone on the couch and let out a frustrated groan. This was why she couldn't get over him. Every time she started to feel like she was moving on, Leandro would show up with flowers, with apologies, with promises to be better. And for a moment, she would forget all the hurt he had caused.
Rena sat down on the couch, her mind spinning. She had promised herself that she wouldn't let him back in. But now, with the smell of roses lingering in the air and his words echoing in her mind, she wasn't so sure.
Without thinking, she reached for the remote and turned on the radio, tuning in to Blue Hour. It had become her go-to whenever she needed clarity. DJ Blue always had a way of helping her sort through her emotions, even if he didn't know it.
The familiar sound of his voice filled the room, calm and steady, like a lifeline in the middle of the storm swirling inside her.
Lem leaned into the microphone, his voice smooth as ever. "Love is tricky, isn't it?" he said, his tone thoughtful. "It pulls us in all different directions, and sometimes we find ourselves stuck between holding on and letting go. Tonight, we're talking about those moments—those crossroads where you have to decide whether to give someone another chance or walk away."
He sat back in his chair, the studio dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the walls. It had been one of those nights where the callers' stories seemed to hit closer to home. He hadn't meant to get personal, but as the show went on, he found himself thinking more and more about his own past—the mistakes he had made, the people he had hurt, and the ones he wished he could go back to and apologize to.
