New Luke

As I walked into the restaurant, my heart pounded in my chest. Meeting Luke after all this time filled me with a mix of emotions – anger, resentment, and a tinge of lingering affection that I wished I could shake off. The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, creating an intimate ambiance that made me feel uneasy.

I scanned the room, searching for Luke, and finally spotted him sitting alone at a corner table. Relief washed over me when I realized Leah wasn't with him. I couldn't bear the thought of facing her, knowing the pain her presence would bring. I approached Luke cautiously, steeling myself for whatever conversation lay ahead.

"Where's Leah?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing miserably.

Luke looked up at me with pleading eyes, his expression softening. "She's fast asleep," he replied softly. "I didn't want to wake her."

My instincts told me to turn and walk away, to protect myself from the inevitable heartache that awaited if I stay