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Unfinished Feelings

Amelia thought she had moved on. She convinced herself that love was nothing more than a fleeting illusion—a bittersweet memory of stolen moments and whispered promises. But when Julian, the man who once made her heart race, returns to her life unexpectedly, the emotions she buried deep begin to resurface.

He was her almost—the love that never truly began, yet never truly ended. Their connection is undeniable, but the pain of the past lingers like a shadow between them. As fate pulls them back together, Amelia is forced to confront the truth. Was Julian ever meant to be hers, or is he just another lesson in heartbreak?

As secrets unravel and old wounds reopen, Amelia must decide: should she give love a second chance, or finally close the chapter on unfinished feelings?

Unfinished feelings

Chapter Eight: Silence Speaks

The next morning, Amelia woke up feeling lighter than she had in weeks. Maybe it was because, for once, she hadn't fallen asleep waiting for Julian's message. Maybe it was because she had chosen herself over the endless cycle of doubt.

Still, as she got ready for class, she couldn't ignore the small ache in her chest. She wondered if Julian had stayed up, waiting for a reply that never came. Had he given up? Or was he still thinking about her?

She shook the thoughts away. It didn't matter. Not today.

At the cafeteria, Josephine was already at their usual spot, sipping on her tea. She looked up and smirked. "So? Did he text again?"

Amelia sat down and sighed. "No. Just the message from last night."

Josephine leaned back. "And you didn't reply?"

Josephine clapped her hands together. "Finally! My best friend is learning!"

Amelia gave a weak smile. It should have felt like a victory, but why did it still hurt?

The day went by quickly, and before she knew it, she was back in her room, staring at her phone again. Still no messages from Julian. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed.

That night, she dreamed of him. He was standing in the distance, his eyes searching for something—searching for her. But every time she tried to reach him, he faded away like mist.

By the third day, the silence was unbearable. He hadn't texted. Hadn't called.

Josephine noticed her restlessness and frowned. "You're waiting for him, aren't you?"

Amelia hesitated. "No…I mean, maybe."

Josephine sighed. "Amelia, if he really wanted to fix things, he wouldn't just disappear."

Amelia swallowed hard. She wanted to believe that Julian was thinking of her, that maybe he was afraid to push too hard. But deep down, she knew Josephine was right.

She had always been the one to fight for them. Maybe it was time to stop fighting.

That evening, as the sky turned orange with the setting sun, she took one last look at her phone. Then, with a deep breath, she turned it off.

For the first time in a long time, she chose peace over uncertainty.