The smell of coffee drifted through the quiet apartment as soft morning light poured in through the windows. Anna sat on the kitchen counter in her oversized hoodie, bare feet swinging gently as she cradled a warm mug in her hands.
Outside, the city stirred slowly—cars starting up, storefronts unlocking, sunlight bouncing off the glass towers across the street. But in here, everything still felt still.
Especially her heart.
Because today was the day Luca was supposed to leave.
They had agreed from the start—this was just a season. A pause in two busy lives. He was going to Paris for work. She was staying here. No big emotions. No promises. Just… time.
But somehow, time had turned into something more.
Luca walked in quietly, ruffling his damp hair with a towel. His suitcase stood by the door, zipped and ready.
“You’re up early,” he said, offering her a soft smile.
Anna shrugged. “Didn’t sleep much.”
He leaned against the counter across from her. For a moment, neither of them spoke. It was too quiet for two people who’d shared so much laughter.
“I don’t know how to say goodbye to you,” he finally admitted.
Anna looked down into her cup. “We were never supposed to say goodbye, remember? That was the deal.”
He smiled sadly. “We broke the deal the moment I started memorizing how you take your coffee.”
She looked up at him. “And the moment I started waiting for your key in the door.”
Luca took a step closer. Then another. Until he was standing right in front of her.
“I tried to keep it simple,” he said quietly. “Tried not to let you in too far.”
“But I got in anyway,” she whispered.
He nodded. “You wrecked me, Anna.”
She laughed softly through the tears forming in her eyes. “You ruined me too.”
He touched her cheek gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Come with me.”
Her breath caught. “What?”
“Paris,” he said. “It’s not forever. But neither was this. And I don’t want to wake up tomorrow wondering what could’ve happened if I’d asked you.”
She looked at him, wide-eyed.
“And if I say no?” she asked.
He smiled. “Then I’ll still come back for you. But I’ll miss you every single morning.”
Anna was silent for a long moment.
Then, without a word, she slid off the counter, walked to the door, and unzipped his suitcase.
He blinked. “What are you doing?”
She turned around with a grin. “Making room.”
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