Outside a discreet caf\u00e9 drenched in warm amber light, Lena hesitated. This was the spot. She had chosen it carefully: not too loud, but not too quiet either\u2014neutral ground. She slipped inside, away from the drizzle now pricking at her cheeks. A warm gust of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon greeted her.<\/p>\n
She scanned the room. People stared absently at their laptops, couples leaned across tables lost in whispers, and a scruffy-looking man tinkered with a typewriter in the corner. Then, a voice cut through her thoughts, low and tinged with an edge of surprise.<\/p>\n
\u201cLena?\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned. There he was\u2014Levi. Years had passed, but time had only sharpened his features. His dark curls fell messily across his forehead, his leather jacket creaked as he slipped out of it. Yet his eyes\u2014a shade of piercing blue she once joked reminded her of frozen lakes\u2014were the same, anchoring her to a time she both cherished and wished to forget.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came,\u201d Lena said, her voice steadier than she\u2019d expected. She sat down across from him, their table lit by the soft glow of an Edison bulb.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t sure I would,\u201d Levi admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. \u201cWhen I got your text\u2026\u201d He trailed off, finally meeting her gaze. \u201cIt\u2019s been what, seven years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEight,\u201d she corrected, clasping her hands tightly around her coffee cup. Nostalgia threatened to pull her under like an undertow, but she steadied herself. \u201cI didn\u2019t think you\u2019d want to see me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed softly, a sound both bitter and nostalgic. \u201cYou have a short memory, then. You\u2019re the one who left, Lena. No warning, no explanation.\u201d<\/p>\n
She winced. \u201cI had my reasons.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow you want to share them?\u201d His voice was sharp, cutting, but his expression softened when he saw the flicker of pain in her eyes. \u201cSorry. I mean\u2026 I\u2019m here, aren\u2019t I? So talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words came hesitantly at first, like coaxing splinters out of tender skin. Lena explained why she disappeared that autumn eight years ago\u2014how her mother\u2019s sudden illness had pulled her back to a small town miles away, how guilt and grief had tethered her there long after the funeral, and how she convinced herself Levi deserved better than an apology wrapped in excuses.<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t face you,\u201d she confessed, her voice trembling. \u201cI thought cutting you off would protect you from\u2026from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Levi stared at her through the haze of steam curling up from his untouched coffee. Finally, he leaned forward, his voice gentle but firm. \u201cYou don\u2019t get to decide what I can or can\u2019t handle, Lena. All this time, I thought I wasn\u2019t enough for you\u2014that I wasn\u2019t worth an explanation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her throat tightened. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence hung between them, dense and charged, until Levi spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going to lie. It hurt\u2014still does. But maybe\u2026maybe it doesn\u2019t have to end here.\u201d<\/p>\n
By the time they left the caf\u00e9, the city had transformed into a glittering canvas of amber streetlights and distant murmurs. The drizzle had stopped, though the air was heavy with the smell of damp concrete.<\/p>\n
They stood under the awning, neither willing to break the fragile warmth of the moment. Lena tugged her mustard coat tighter around her. \u201cSo, do you think we could\u2026start over?\u201d<\/p>\n
Levi tilted his head, the corners of his mouth lifting in a cautious smile. \u201cStarting over is hard. But\u2026it\u2019s worth trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
As they walked side by side into the night, Lena felt a flicker of something she hadn\u2019t allowed herself in years\u2014hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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