When I got back to my apartment, I sank onto the couch. Tears were streaming down my face.
My mind replayed all the moments we shared—the times of both joy and heartache.
I remembered the first time I met him, the calm and warmth that emanated from him. I also remembered the encouragement he gave me when we worked side by side.
But I also knew there were too many obstacles between us.
His family, his responsibilities, and the complex history between us made this love difficult and unspeakable.
Perhaps one day, when we've both grown mature and brave enough…
Tears blurred my vision as I hugged the pillow close to my chest.
That night, sleep eluded me.
…
In the morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains and gently touched my face. I rubbed my tired eyes and forced myself to get up.
In the mirror, I saw a weary face, yet one marked by resolve. I had to pull myself together. I couldn't let this love disrupt my life.
After getting ready, I called Kevin.
"Kevin, I'm ready to head back. How's the competition prep going on your end?"
On the other end of the line, Kevin's voice was full of energy. "Don't worry, Eve. Everything is going according to plan. You just focus on sorting things out at home. I've got everything covered here."
I chuckled softly. "Thank you, Kevin. I'm really lucky to have you as my partner."
His voice lightened with a smile. "Likewise. Eve, don't push yourself too much. If you need anything, just let me know."
After hanging up, a weight seemed to lift from my heart.
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