Rewriting My Heart's Fate

When I got back to my apartment, I sank onto the couch. Tears were streaming down my face.

My mind replayed all the moments we shared-the times of both joy and heartache.

I remembered the first time I met him, the calm and warmth that emanated from him. I also remembered the encouragement he gave me when we worked side by side.

But I also knew there were too many obstacles between us.

His family, his responsibilities, and the complex history between us made this love difficult and unspeakable.

Perhaps one day, when we've both grown mature and brave enough...

Tears blurred my vision as I hugged the pillow close to my chest.

That night, sleep eluded me.

...

In the morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains and gently touched my face. I rubbed my tired eyes and forced myself to get up.

I saw a weary face, yet one marked by resolve. I had to pull myself together.

getting ready, I

head back. How's the competition prep going on

worry, Eve. Everything is going according to plan. You just focus on sorting things out at home. I've got everything covered here." I chuckled softly. "Thank you, Kevin.

Eve, don't push yourself too much. If you need anything,

a weight seemed

had my career, my

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let a love that

fruition hold me back.

and

with people on their

But I loved the courageous, dream-pursuing version

once studied and lived. My body was weary from the journey The ainstill seemed to

airport. At the sight of his familiar figure, a wave of

quickly approached and grabbed my suitcase. "Welcome back, Eve. How was your time

issue.