If you only knew...

40.The map that leads to you

Xavier's POV

A few days have slipped by since my conversation with Ana, and I've returned home seeking solace, hoping to untangle the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. Confusion wraps around me like a heavy fog, leaving me feeling broken and gripped by an unsettling fear. I dread the idea of delving further into her complicated life, worried that her emotional immaturity might drag me in deeper, stirring up feelings I've never experienced for anyone else. What if I've already started to feel something? It's frustrating to think that I might develop these emotions while she remains unwilling to take any risks.

It seems like I'm pouring all my energy into keeping her happy, while my own joy is slowly slipping away.

And yet, I find myself helpless in the face of her every gesture of affection, no matter how fleeting it may be. Each time she pleads or spins her web of captivating lies, I struggle to hold my ground, but I fail miserably.

You lie so beautifully, Ana.

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Ana's POV

I was honestly taken aback by my reaction to Xavier during our last conversation. Who knew I could be so swept away by my emotions? It's incredible how he seems to have this unique power over me, pulling strings I never realized were there. Lately, I can't shake the thought that I'm developing some intense sentiments for him. It's becoming harder to ignore how strongly I feel them!

I decided it was time to return to my parent's home for a few days. I need space to gather my thoughts before making the difficult decision to break up with Marco.

As I settle in, the familiar warmth of home envelops me. My mom, always the upbeat spirit, glances up from the stove with a bright smile that lights up the kitchen. "So, darling, have you adjusted to life at work? It's been ages since we had a proper chat, just the two of us," she asks, flipping over a perfectly cooked pancake.

"Yes, Mom, I've definitely adjusted," I reply, matching her enthusiasm. "Getting used to living there has been a journey, and surprisingly, I think I'm beginning to enjoy the thrill that comes with it. The adrenaline rush is something else!" I return her smile, feeling a mix of nostalgia and excitement.

"Sometimes, Ana, you really do baffle me," she chuckles, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "But I get it; you've always had that quirky side since you were a little girl."

A soft smile creeps onto my face as I take a sip of the delicious pancakes she's made.

"How is your partner, by the way?" she adds. "Has he made progress with that wound?" Her voice is laced with genuine concern.

"He's on the road to recovery, slowly but surely," I reply, letting the comforting flavors of the pancakes envelop me.

Her brows furrow slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I hope I get the chance to meet him someday. I'd like to thank him for looking after my daughter. You know, you truly scare me sometimes, Ana, when I hear about the dangers you face out there." The worry in her gaze is palpable, and it warms my heart to know she cares so deeply.

"Oh, just wait until you see him one day... You'll be amazed at how beautiful he is," I say, a hint of coyness in my voice as I try to gauge her reaction.

"Really!?" Her eyes widen with surprise, a playful smile creeping onto her face. "Isn't Marco the least bit jealous?" she chuckles.

"You have no idea," I reply with a sigh, deliberately looking away to hide my smirk.

"Oh darling, watch out for that! He might take it the wrong way and leave you before the wedding!" she giggles, her laughter bubbling over with mischief.