Unfinished feelings

Chapter Three: The Weight of Love

The days after their conversation were a blur. Amelia couldn't stop thinking about Julian's words. "I never stopped loving you." Those words echoed in her mind, but they didn't bring the comfort she had expected. Instead, they brought confusion.

She sat in her room, her phone lying in front of her. She hadn't replied to his last message. She didn't know how to. The emotions inside her were tangled, like a knot she couldn't undo.

Every time she thought about Julian, her heart ached. He had hurt her, but the love she had for him didn't just disappear. Could love survive all the hurt? Could she forgive him and move forward, or was it too late?

That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She was tired—tired of the questions, tired of the memories. But most of all, she was tired of feeling lost.

Her phone buzzed beside her. One new message. Julian. Her heart skipped.

"I'm here when you're ready, Amelia. Take your time. I'll wait."

The simplicity of his words, the patience they held, made her stomach twist. Was he really willing to wait for her, after everything?

With trembling hands, she typed a reply.

"I'm not sure what I want, Julian. But I'm willing to talk more. Just… give me time."

Seconds later, his reply came.

"Take all the time you need. I'll be here."

The knot in her chest loosened, but only slightly. The road ahead was unclear, but for the first time in a long while, Amelia felt like she was moving toward something—maybe not answers

, but a chance to heal.