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โwell, a lotโs happened,โ he said with a small, apologetic shrug. โenough that iโve had to put my writing aside for a while.โ it wasnโt much of an answer, but it was the truth.
โwhat about โ
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levon knew forgiveness wasnโt something that happened overnight. the things he had said to her couldnโt be undone with a single apology.
if she needed time, he understood. trust had to be rebuilt โ
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levon could only nod quietly, genuinely relieved to hear that she had been doing well for herself. there was comfort in knowing even after everything that had happened between them.
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โ some kind of joke ... i shouldnโt have done that. i shouldโve kept an open mind.โ
the apology sat heavily in his chest, making him wonder if it had come far too late to matter anymore. โ
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โi moved here a day ago,โ he said, as if testing how the words sounded out loud. โfound an apartment. itโs a little small, but ... it is what it is.โ
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unable to sleep, he eventually gave up on the idea altogether and decided to go for a quick midnight run instead. anything was better than lying awake in bed.
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he remembered their last conversation all too well, remember how badly it had ended, and how neither of them had truly left on good terms.
but that wasnโt what he meant this time. he was โ
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he looked just as surprised as she did, the disbelief plain across his face. seeing her here had been the last thing he expected.
โand this is the part where we would hug,โ he said cautiously, โ
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