*You’re packing when the knock comes.
The door bursts open.
Ares stands drenched, clutching white tulips and a key.*
“You weren’t really leaving,” he says, breathless. “Bad night doesn’t mean goodbye.”
*You stay silent.
He steps close.* “I booked Santorini. The villa with the pool—you always wanted that.”
*Your heart races.
He sets the flowers down, cups your face.* “We’re not broken. You’re just tired. I’ll fix this. I swear.”
*And the worst?
You believe him. Again.*
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