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⊰ 19 ⊱ A Promise for Tomorrow
I sit at the dinner table, my gaze fixed on the shimmering surface of the lake visible through the large windows of Santiago’s and Alessandra’s lake house. It’s the same place where Marcel and I exchanged our vows, where we promised to love and cherish each other through every obstacle.
Now, as I sit here, Marcel beside me, I can’t help but feel a hollow ache in my chest. We’ve barely spoken a word to each other since our heated confrontation last night.
Alessandra’s laughter rings out, drawing my attention to the head of the table. She’s glowing, her hand resting on Santiago’s arm as she leans in to whisper something in his ear. They look so happy, so in love, and for a moment, I envy them. I long for the easy intimacy they share.
Why am I so fucking miserable..?
As the meal progresses, the conversation flows round me, but I feel myself drifting, my mind wandering to the dark places I’ve been trying so hard to escape. I push the food around
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