"I hate you so much," I say, making sure to meet his intense gaze, my voice dripping with playful venom.
His lips curl into a smirk, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. He takes another step forward, and I instinctively take one back-only to feel the...
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"Thank you, doctor, for this opportunity to assist you in this operation. It was truly an honor to work alongside you," I said, offering a grateful smile as I removed my surgical gloves.
The senior surgeon chuckled, nodding in appreciation. "Of course, Seher. It was great working with you as well. You have remarkable skills, and your precision in the OR is commendable."
I felt a tinge of warmth at the compliment, though deep inside, nothing truly reached me anymore.
I simply nodded.
"So," he continued, raising a brow, "when are you leaving for your hometown?"
I sighed, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips. "You really want me gone from London, don't you?"
He shook his head, smiling. "Of course not, Seher. You are one of the best doctors I have ever had the pleasure of working with. If I could, I would keep you here as my associate permanently. But I know you already mentioned that you don't plan to stay. And I won't force you."
I hesitated.
My fingers clenched slightly at my sides. "I have been liking London, actually," I admitted, though the words tasted foreign in my mouth.
"That's great," he said, genuinely pleased.
"I've been thinking about visiting some places here," I added casually, though in reality, I had no idea where to go. I didn't belong anywhere.
No place felt like home.
I turned to leave, swallowing the heaviness in my chest. I hated every second of being here, but I couldn't leave yet.
Not until my work was finished. But at the same time, I didn't want to go back either. Back to the place where my heart had been shattered.
Where would I even go? Nowhere felt right.
Nowhere felt like home.
As I walked through the dimly lit streets of London, my gaze wandered toward a bridge in the distance. A couple stood there, holding each other as if nothing else in the world mattered.
