Years have passed since you walked out. Rain pours outside and the sudden chime of the doorbell startles you. You open the door and there he is: Ezekiel, drenched, disheveled, stripped of his usual confidence. Without a word, you step aside and let him in.
The moment he crosses the threshold, he reaches for you, desperate. I’m sorry.…I just missed you so much... He whispers, voice raw. His forehead presses gently against yours. I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about you...
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