A Stolen Kiss

Nathan stood outside Allison's front door, a mix of nervousness pulsing through his veins. He had taken Talia’s advise and as soon as he dropped the call with Talia, he drove straight to Allison’s house.

The sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the neighborhood. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before ringing the doorbell.

Allison opened the door cautiously, surprise and curiosity etched on her face. "Nathan? You came"

Nathan mustered a smile, though his heart raced with uncertainty. "Allison, I needed to talk to you. Can we please sit down and have a conversation?"

Allison nodded hesitantly, a flicker of hope dancing in her eyes. She led Nathan to the cozy living room, decorated with soft hues and comforting furnishings. They settled onto the plush couch, their emotions tangibly thick in the air.

With a vulnerability he hadn't known before, Nathan began, "Allison, when you left without a word all those years ago, I was devastated. I couldn't understand what