112: Pregnant Again?

A V E L I N A

I couldn't sleep.

After I hung up, I felt an emptiness inside of me. I had made a big mistake. A huge one.

Christian was a nice guy and all, but I couldn't be with him. He wasn't the man who made me happy. The man who was able to bring a smile to my face. He wasn't Lorenzo.

Lorenzo, he was my everything. He was my reason for living. And I hated myself for not realizing that earlier.

I grabbed my phone and dialled his number. I wanted him. Needed him. To feel his arms around me and have him whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

But my calls went straight to voicemail. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe it was meant to happen.

Tears fell down my cheeks and I sobbed quietly, wishing things were different.

My life would never be the same without Lorenzo in it.

I loved him.

With all my heart.

But it was too late.

Too late for me to realize what we had.

Too late for us.

I was going to move on.

I had to.

It was the only way to live a happy life.

A happier life without him.

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