Hanging up, one thing became clear: I needed to fight for what truly mattered, and that was Eric.
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As the taxi sped through the city, the memory of saying goodbye to Ava replayed in my mind. Her tiny hand was clutching her dress, her confused eyes searching mine.
“I have to go, sweetie,” I whispered, fighting back tears.
“But remember, you’ll always be special to me.”
Leaving her felt like tearing my heart in two, but staying could drag me back into the darkness I’d fought so hard to escape.
As the taxi sped through the rain-soaked streets, I frantically sent Eric dozens of texts.
I’m coming.
I’m so sorry. I was so foolish. Please, let me explain.
When the taxi finally turned the corner to his street, I saw him.
Eric was standing in the pouring rain, a bouquet of white roses in his hand—the kind I loved.
He was soaked through, yet there he was, waiting like he always had.
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