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Despite her resolve to let go, Thora couldn’t deny the stirring within her heart. She had tried to convince herself that moving on was the only way forward, that it was what she needed to heal, but something deep inside her whispered otherwise. There was still a part of her that believed in what they had shared, a part of her that wasn’t ready to give up so easily.
Days passed in a blur, each one filled with that silent battle between her mind and her heart. And every time she saw Reneo, a flicker of hope would ignite, small but impossible to ignore, like a candle stubbornly refusing to be snuffed out.
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One evening, Thora found herself at the coffee shop where they used to meet, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she watched the door, half-expecting him to walk in. She hated that she was still waiting, still hoping, but her heart was relentless, clinging to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance.
As she sat there, she thought about all the moments they had shared—the way he would make her laugh, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her, the feeling that they understood each other in a way no one else could. It was more than just friendship, she realized. She loved him deeply, and that love wasn’t something she could simply walk away from.
In that moment, Thora made a decision. She would let herself feel, let herself hold onto her feelings for him a little longer. She knew it was risky, that it might only lead to more heartache, but she also knew that denying her feelings was like denying a part of herself.
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A week later, Thora spotted Reneo across campus, standing alone near the fountain where they used to meet between classes. Her heart quickened, and she hesitated, unsure if she should approach him. But the flicker of hope, that stubborn ember in her chest, urged her forward.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to him, her heart pounding with every step.
"Reneo," she said softly.
He turned, his expression unreadable. "Thora. Hi."
There was an awkward pause, and for a moment, she considered turning around and walking away. But she steeled herself, forcing herself to hold his gaze.
"I… I miss you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I miss us."
His expression softened, a flicker of something—regret, maybe—crossing his face. But he didn’t say anything, and the silence stretched between them, heavy and unyielding.
"Thora…" he began, his tone hesitant. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted things to be like this."
Her heart clenched, but she nodded, understanding what he wasn’t saying. She knew he hadn’t intended to cause her pain, but intentions couldn’t change the way things were now. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to walk away, not yet.
"Do you ever… think about what it would be like if things were different?" she asked, her voice trembling. She knew it was a dangerous question, one that might lead to more hurt, but she needed to know if she was the only one holding on to the possibility of something more.
Reneo looked at her, his gaze intense, as if he was searching for something in her expression. "Thora… sometimes, yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it’s complicated."
Hearing those words felt like a lifeline, something to cling to in the midst of her uncertainty. She knew things were complicated—she understood that. But knowing he still thought about them, that he hadn’t entirely let go, was enough for her.
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Over the next few days, Thora allowed herself to hope again. She started finding ways to see him, small encounters that felt innocent but gave her the chance to be close to him, even if only for a moment. She knew she was treading a fine line, that the hope in her heart could easily lead to more pain, but she couldn’t help herself.
One afternoon, she gathered her courage and asked him to go for coffee, just as friends. To her surprise, he agreed, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a spark of happiness, a glimmer of the connection they had once shared.
They spent the afternoon talking, reminiscing about old times, and for a brief moment, it felt like things were the way they used to be. She laughed, genuinely and freely, and he smiled in that familiar way, his guard slipping, if only for a little while.
But as the day drew to a close, the reality of their situation set back in. She knew that these moments, as precious as they were, might not be enough to bring them back together. Yet her heart wasn’t ready to let go, not yet.
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That night, Thora lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of him, of the fragile hope she was nurturing. She knew the risk she was taking, knew that holding onto her feelings might lead to more heartache. But she also knew that love wasn’t something she could simply push aside. It was a part of her, as much a part of her as the air she breathed.
She wanted to believe that their story wasn’t over, that there was still a chance for them, no matter how small. And so, she made a choice: she would pursue her feelings, for as long as her heart allowed her to, even if it meant facing the possibility of rejection once more.
Because in the end, she knew that love was worth fighting for. And if there was even the slightest chance that Reneo felt the same, then she was willing to risk everything for that flicker of hope, that stubborn ember that refused to die.
And as she drifted off to sleep, her heart whispered a silent promise—to hold on, to keep believing, and to follow her heart, no matter where it might lead her.
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Reaching You, My Reneo
RomanceThis story is all about a woman who fell deeply in love with the man who couldn't even take a glance to her. This story is for fun only, don't take it seriously.
