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The lake is just as I remember it—calm and quiet. This was our spot back then, where we’d come to talk about everything or nothing at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Funny how it still feels the same, even when everything else has changed.I see Victor before he sees me. He’s sitting on the bench, leaning forward with his hands clasped. For a moment, I almost feel sorry for him. Then I remember, he left me.“Selina,” he says, standing up as I approach.“Victor.” I stop few feet away, crossing my arms. “You’re early.”He shrugs. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He motion toward the bench. “Can we sit?”I nod. He sits at the other end, leaving a careful gap between us.“So,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “Enlighten me.”He sighs. “I was… overwhelmed, Selina. Your mom had just passed, and you were going through so much. I didn’t know how to help you. And then, watching you pour everything into the bakery… seeing how strong you were…”I cut him off. “Strong? I wa
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I stand in the quiet cemetery, waiting for Sebastian. I hear footsteps crunching on the snow, and then I see him. He’s here.I stand up from my mother’s grave, my legs unsteady. I want to say something, but the words seem to fail me. He stops a few feet away from me.“Selina…” he says. He’s nervous. I can see it now. He’s always been so controlled, so put-together. But now, he looks like he’s about to shatter.I glance at the grave, my mother’s resting place, then back at him. “This is my mom. You can talk to her, you know,” I say. “I’ve been doing it for a year. She always listens.”Sebastian blinks, clearly caught off guard. He swallows, then take a slow step forward. “You… want me to? Talk to her?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s what I do when everything’s too much. I don’t know why, but somehow, it helps.”He hesitates, looking down at my mother’s grave before looking at me. There’s something raw in his eyes, something vulnerable. I’ve never see him like this. I don’t know what he’s going to
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