Gabriel’s POVThe question kept gnawing at me: What was really happening?I couldn’t understand Rebecca anymore, and that unsettled me deeply. Just last night, our conversation had ended on what I thought was a hopeful note. I’d clung to it, believing we were finally making progress. But now, seeing her again, her expression so unreadable, I could feel doubt creeping in, eroding that brief, fragile hope.When she arrived at the restaurant, I felt an involuntary jolt in my chest. There she was, looking ethereal, almost angelic. In that moment, I was acutely aware of every detail—her deep red lips, her dark hair framing her face just so, her skin almost glowing in the dim light. She was elegance and strength wrapped in beauty, a force that felt untouchable and yet was standing right before me. I rose to my feet, nervous but eager, and reached out to hug her, wanting her to feel how much her presence meant to me. But as my arms wrapped around her, she barely reciprocated, stiffening ever
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