I was supposed to be sketching.
The café patio was quiet, sunlight slanting softly across the cobblestones. My sketchpad rested on the table beside my half–eaten sandwich, pencil in hand. But my mind was far from art.
The page in front of me had become a mess–crooked lines, smudges, a figure that vaguely resembled a man with hollow eyes. I didn’t even realize I’d drawn him until I looked down again.
River.
I exhaled, setting the pencil down. Why was he still in my head?%
It wasn’t just the memory of him. It was the tension. The fear. The constant feeling of being watched. I hadn’t heard from Denver again, but River’s texts hadn’t stopped. Message after message. Some pleading. Some angry. Some short and sharp, like accusations thrown into a void.
“I know you’re reading these.”
“You think this is over?”
“Come home.”
Home
I scoffed.E
I opened my phone again out of habit. More unread messages from the same number. More missed calls. My thumb hovered over his plame. It was time.
I hit block.
Slence.
Just like that, the buzzing ended. My chest felt.. lighter. Not completely free, but less suffocated. I didn’t owe him any more space–not ́on my phone, not in my head.!
To distract myself, I opened Instagram, hoping to scroll mindlessly through art posts and cat videos.
But fate had other plans.
The first video on my feed was from a fashion exhibit–sleek, modern, extravagant. Models walked in shimmering gowns, flashing cameras everywhere. And standing at the end of the runway was her.
Candice S
Smiling like she owned the universe. She waved as the crowd applauded. And beside her, clapping proudly, was River.!
The caption read:
“Power Couple Returns – River Brown Supports Designer Candice Lee at Paris Exhibit“?
I stared. Disbelieving. Another video played–Candice blowing kisses, River whispering in her ear. One headline read:
“Their Love Story Finally Finds Its Ending.“X
Ending?
I let out a sharp laugh. It was bitter and dry.
So that’s where he was. Supporting her. Flaunting her. And yet, he had the audacity to demand I come home??
Unbelievable.
I was still glaring at my screen when Joseph arrived, carrying
ng two takeout boxes and two bottles of iced tea. He froze the moment he saw my face.
“Uh–oh,” he said, sitting across from me. “What happened? ||
I turned the phone toward him. “River. That happened.”
He squinted at the video. His eyes darkened. “Is that… Candice?”
I nodded. “He’s been blowing up my phone, telling me to come back, begging for a second chance. Meanwhile, he’s parading her around like nothing happened.”
Joseph’s jaw tensed. “That man…” He let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in his chair. “If I had known what happened to your parents sooner, I would’ve mamed you myself before he ever got the chance.
That caught me off guard. I blinked. “Joseph”
He held up his hands, smiling sheepishly. “Too honest?”
“A little,” I said, though I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “It’s already too late anyway.“!!
“Maybe,” he said, his gaze softening. “But late’s better than never.”
I looked away, shaking my head with a light laugh. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. I’m here. I’m okay. And I’m not going to waste another minute thinking about him,“X
“Good,” Joseph said, opening one of the boxes and sliding it toward me. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day “R
We dug into the food–some cheesy baked pasta and garlic bread. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until i took the first bite. We talked about his patients, my latest sketch assignment, and the grumpy cat that always lurked outside the school gates.
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He brought me to a local film festival in the city center. Outdoor screenings, sing lights hanging between trees, and food trucks lining the street. People laughed and danced and are creces on benches!
It wasn’t enrevagent, it wasn’t Fiver’s kind of lotry!
But it was w
We watched an old romantic comedy succed in French, shared popsom, and made fun of the cheesy dialogue. At one point, he offered his jacket when the wind picked up, and I didn’t say no.I
I hadn’t expected to enjoy myself 2
Thadn’t expected to laugh like that again.
I hadn’t expected to feel–happy.
But as I leaned back in my chair, watching the movie flicker across the open ait, I realized something!
Maybe this was what healing looked like
Not silence. Not revenge. But choosing peace over pain. And allowing yourself to
