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.

face, yet one marked by resolve. I had to pull myself together. I couldn't let this love

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weight seemed to lift from

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airport was buzzing with people on their way to various

But I loved the courageous, dream-pursuing

stepped onto the land where I had once studied and lived. My body was weary from the journey The ainstill seemed to carry traces of my past struggles and

waiting for me at the airport. At the sight of his familiar figure, a wave of warmth washed over me. "Kevin, it's been a

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

smiled. "Adapting wasn't the issue. I just