Cecilia’s words ended in a sigh, her spirits low.

Her coldness wasn’t cruelty, but the armor forged from enduring repeated disappointments.

Mark had kindled hope in her, only to extinguish it time after time.

She no longer dared to love him, opting instead for the safety of mediocrity.

Mark’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. An empty stomach, neglected during lunch, troubled him, but he was determined not to reveal any frailty before Cecilia.

After a weighty silence, he declared, “I’ll take you back to the film set.”

countered,

a sudden motion,

“Don’t leave.”

He appeared composed, betraying no

wordless standoff, Cecilia whispered, “Release

Mark eased his

vehicle hastily, as though

Mark gingerly placed a

still for a moment before retrieving a pill from his

to the

any provocations. As his workday concluded, he approached

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