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LAURA - STILL IN THE PAST OR... DREAMS MAYBE?

I shook my head, trying to steady myself. "Josh-"

"Don't," he cut me off. "Don't say whatever bullshit excuse you've been telling yourself. Not tonight. It was a long ass flight, and I just... just listen."

I stared at him, my heart slamming against my ribs.

"I tried to let you go," he admitted, his voice rough. "I told myself you wanted this, that you were better off without me. That I was better off without you." He exhaled sharply. "But none of it was fucking true, Laura."

I swallowed hard, and my throat suddenly dried.

His eyes burned into mine. "Tell me you don't feel this."

The weight of his words settled in my chest, heavy and suffocating.

I wanted to lie.

I wanted to tell him that I had moved on, that I was happy, that he was just a ghost of something I barely remembered.

But I couldn't.

Because the truth was, standing here, with his hand wrapped around my wrist and his voice scraping against my skin like fire 0.00%

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I had never stopped feeling this.

I had never stopped feeling him.

And maybe, just maybe-.

I never would.

pulsed around us, but

step closer, and I

my jaw, tilting my

"Say it," he murmured.

at him, my entire body trembling. "Say

still love

sucked in a

should have pushed

his reach, out of

a coward. A sudden yank was pulling me forward, and before I

to feel this with him,

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No. It hurt. It hurt so bad I've been living in a different country. I

from him. From everything he'd said. From the way he kissed me like he was making up for every second we'd been apart. Josh stood in front of me, hands

have

that

I didn't

Not to him.

Not to myself.

with regret. "I know that. I know I hurt you. And I don't expect you to just forget everything because I finally pulled my head

something

that Paris was enough, that this life

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felt stuck. Life was moving forward without me, and I was standing in the middle of the street, watching it

to be in Paris

to be