The Confusing Thing About Relationships

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Elias couldn't believe his eyes after years of not seeing her.

There she was.

Sitting there, happily chatting with... another man he didn't recognize.

Elias stopped dead in his tracks.

His gaze fixed on Dexter, who was laughing with Amy. Elias's eyes widened with rage. Who was this guy? Why was he so comfortable around her? Why was she out with another man?

His jaw clenched, and the veins in his forehead throbbed as his fists tightened to the point where his nails nearly broke the skin.

Determined, he started to move toward them when—

"PRINCE ELIAS!?" someone shouted, drawing everyone's attention.

Elias turned to see a young woman excitedly pointing at him. He wanted nothing more than to march over and grab her by the hair, but then he heard more screaming.

"IT IS HIM!!"

Before he knew it, he was surrounded.

'NO! SHIT SHIT SHIT! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!' Elias thought as he put on his smiling face and began to greet his fans as if it was a natural reflex.

And at that moment

Amy's eyes widened in fear.

'No... it can't be..... Please no...'

She began trembling, sweat forming on her brow. She never thought she'd see him again... and definitely not this soon.

Dexter turned toward Amy, after noticing the commotion. "Huh, hey, shouldn't you know that gu—"

His words faltered as he caught sight of the panic on her face.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Amy's heart raced as she struggled to keep her breathing steady. Her hands felt clammy, and every muscle in her body tensed as if preparing to flee. She couldn't let Dexter see how terrified she was.

"I-I'm fine," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Dexter wasn't convinced. His eyes narrowed as he glanced between Amy and the growing crowd. "You sure? You don't look okay."

Amy forced a shaky smile, her stomach in knots. "I'm fine, really. I just... I think I should head out."

"You're leaving? But we just got here," Dexter said, puzzled.

Amy knew he was right, but as she glanced toward the parking lot, her thoughts raced. It was already nighttime, and they'd driven separately. The longer she stayed, the more suffocating the situation felt.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else," she suggested, trying to keep her voice steady. "Since we took our own cars, we can meet at the park. It's quiet there at night."

Dexter raised an eyebrow, still skeptical. "You want to go to the park this late? What's going on, Amy?"

She let out a light laugh, waving him off. "It's nothing, really. I just need some air. The park sounds nice, doesn't it?"

He studied her carefully, still unsure. "Alright, I guess we can head there. But are you sure you're okay?"

Amy nodded quickly, hoping she seemed more confident than she felt. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just need a breather. I'll meet you there, okay?"

Dexter hesitated but eventually agreed. "Okay. Just... be safe."

"I will," she promised, her heart racing. She hurried to her car, desperate to leave before things escalated. As she started the engine, the cold grip of fear still lingered, but she knew she had to stay composed—just a little longer.