s of Sophia. Despite my best efforts to focus on my work, her absence

onversation, but each attempt was met with evasion and avoidance. It was

the way she seemed to be deliberately avoiding me. Had I done somet

to resist the urge to see her one last time before the day came to an end. But when

er solitude. But then, something compelled me to enter

orm, curled up on a sofa in the corner of the room. She looked peaceful in slu

e her as I reached out to lightly touch her face. The soft brush of my fingers a

t of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. And then

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connection we shared. In that moment, as we stood on the precipice of something unknown, I knew that I would do wh

ssurance she needed. And as Sophia took it, her fingers intertwining with mine, I knew that despite the ob

n rose within. She had spent the entire day avoiding me, shutting me

to treat me this way, to dismiss my attempts at connection without a second thought? I refused

y features. "I just wanted to say goodbye," I said tersely, my tone clipped

ed to play games, then so be it. But as I reached the threshold, a part of me couldn't help but hope that she would