What do you do when your heart yearns for something your mind can't embrace? How do you tame the feelings that keep surfacing for someone special, knowing you're committed to another?
Ana Rose embarks on a new journey as a secret agent. Although she...
Every single day, I asked you to stay, when I should've let you go... Couldn't settle down, but needed you around—different worlds, I wanted both. So tell me I'm a waste of love, tell me that I'm not enough, say you hope I see the truth, that I won't find no one like you... Tell me you don't care anymore when you know I can't let go, beat my heart all black and blue, because it ain't half as bad as what I put you through...
As I watch Xavier walk away for good, a wave of realization crashes over me. It hits me with a clarity that feels almost suffocating: I've made a colossal mistake—no, not just one, but a cascade of missteps that have piled up and buried us both, leading to this devastating moment. My legs feel like jelly, trembling under the weight of my regret and almost refusing to support me, as my emotions surge wildly, spiraling out of my control. I never imagined he would actually choose to leave, to give up on us. Yet in this moment, I can't bring myself to blame him; the pain radiating from him is so intense.
The impact on his soul becomes bitterly clear to me. I can almost feel the wounds I've inflicted on him, the scars I left behind. Deep down, though I'm terrified to admit it, I can't escape the horrific truth—I've lost him...
I can't even focus on Marco's approaching footsteps or the sound of his voice getting closer. It doesn't matter anymore if he sees me clinging desperately to Xavier, pleading for him not to go. In this moment, I'd risk everything just to change the course of what's happening—even if it means having Marco and my whole family witness me on my knees, begging this man to stay. This is just how far I've fallen in my desperation.
"I'm begging you! I'll get down on my knees if I have to—please, don't go!" I shout, desperately pulling him back from the edge of his car. "Let's face them together! Right here, right now, I'll tell my family everything. I'll make them burn those envelopes, just please don't leave me!" My heart races with urgency as I fight to hold onto him.
"Ana..." He meets my frantic gaze as his hands gently press against mine, trying to untangle my grip. "Don't humiliate yourself like this. There's no point in risking anything more; it's too late for us. I'm leaving, so please... just let me go." His voice is soft, yet firm, the finality of his words slicing through my desperation like a knife.
My whole world feels like it's crumbling around me, and in an instant, I watch my happiness fade. It hits me hard—there's truly no way to change his mind anymore. No amount of tears or desperate pleas can penetrate his walls now. I'd sacrifice anything to prove how much he means to me, and yet, even our deep love seems powerless against this inevitable goodbye. It's heartbreaking to realize: nothing will make him stay. Nothing at all.
My face turns red from the tears that have streamed down, and my body trembles uncontrollably as I struggle to form the words. "I know you won't forgive me, and you probably don't believe me, but this isn't easy! It feels like I'm mourning, like a part of me is leaving, and I can't find a way to forgive myself... I hope you believe me!" I wail, desperation seeping into my voice as I plead, "Please, just one last hug..."
For a moment, silence hangs between us, heavy and fragile. But then, something shifts. He stops the resistance and, without a word, pulls me into him. It's a hug that wraps my soul entirely, the kind that speaks of love and loss all at once. This embrace—both heart-wrenching and tender—is one that will remain etched in my memory forever...
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