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.”

Cecilia countered, reaching for

a sudden motion, Mark restrained

“Don’t leave.”

Cecilia met his profound gaze. He appeared composed, betraying no sign of the considerable

intense, wordless standoff,

eased his

from the vehicle hastily, as

the car door shut, Mark gingerly placed a hand

moment before retrieving a pill from his pocket and downing it

the company until his

any provocations. As his workday concluded, he approached Mark,

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