We Only Fall in Love on Thursdays
32 parts Complete Every Thursday at exactly 4:07 PM, he walks into the café with that same tired smile and two cups of coffee, one for him and one for me. We don't talk about real life. We don't ask about relationships. We just... exist.
In this weekly escape, we fall in love again and again-quietly, secretly, hopelessly. But outside these walls, he's engaged. And I'm pretending not to care.
This was the deal:
No strings.
No promises.
No more than Thursdays.
But when he starts showing up on other days...
I have to ask: Is one day of love enough for a lifetime of regret?