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ARIEL’S POV

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you Luke. Where have you been?” I asked Luke, my arms crossed. He was standing next to this familiar face. Couldn’t care about her.

“I just decided to take a stroll, you know, getting some fresh air and taking a good view at people as they move around,” Luke replied, smirking.

“You’re not supposed to do that. The nurse said…”

“That I’m not that strong yet, deep wound, and I should stay in the hospital for a few days. Yes, yes, I get it. But come on, Ariel. I’m not a little kid. I have everything under control. I mean look at me now, standing strong.”

“You got admitted into the hospital? What happened to you?” The woman asked Luke, making a worried face.

Luke glanced at her promptly. “Oh, you’re concerned now? We were talking and you couldn’t even recognize my wounded face.”

“Who is she?” I asked him.

“Oh, she’s just a friend.”

“Yeah whatever. You too can have your lovely moment. I’ll be leaving, and do not forget about what I told you, Luke. I’ll see you later.” She walked away forthwith.

Luke turned back to me. “So, why were you looking for me?”

“Don’t ask me that. You better follow me back to the hospital.”

“And what if I don’t?”

a hard punch on your stomach.” I clenched my fist, faking an

going to

“Oh

chuckled. “Like seriously, you think I can’t do that? Are you

is the right word to

go.” I held his hand and was about to walk,

things went the opposite

me closer, and I could feel

could see straight into my soul,

two! Can’t you see you’re standing close the road?”

by the way, we’re at the

manners?” The

was about to fire back, but Luke interrupted, “And if you try to talk one more shit. I’ll come straight to you and beat you up, forgetting the fact that

must have had a fight with his wife before hitting the road. Now, let’s go

we both began to tread, making our way back

*****

MASON’S POV

the aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the crisp morning air. As I walked down the street, a flood of memories washed over me, memories of Sofie, whose

almost cheated on Sofie. The guilt gnawed at my conscience like a relentless beast, devouring any semblance of peace

and metaphorically. The bustling city traffic mirrored the chaotic whirlwind of emotions inside me. My heart ached with the weight of my betrayal, the

my eyes, trying to shut out the world around me, but memories of Sofie flooded my mind. Her warm smile, her gentle touch, her infectious laughter – they all danced before my eyes,

somehow she could forgive me. But deep down, I knew that forgiveness,

of self–loathing. The bustling city seemed to blur around me, the noise fading into a dull hum

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