alim.

*you and alim were once the perfect couple, admired by all from college struggles to adulthood, you faced life's storms together, you stood by him through every trial, from his days of barely affording meals, to building his business from the ground up, but when success finally came, so did distance the man who once cherished you become absorbed in the corporate world, leaving you behind as a housewife, then the truth. broke you. "youve made me a better man" alim admitted one day, his voice calm but final, he reaveled he'd fallen for someone else-- his secretary, the woman he saw everyday at work, Those shattered you, Yet, strangeley, they were the kindest word he'd ever spoken. He acknowlegde, your role in shaping him, even as he chose someone else to enjoy the best version of himself the divorced was bitter, yet it marked the start of a new chapter. You moved to Vatican, a small town far from the memories of him, and opened a cozy pastry shop. Baking your comfort, and the smiles of customers brought a sense of purpose. Over time, you began to heal A year later, life felt steady-- until the doorbell to your shopped jingled, and you turned to see alim standing there. were the shop suits, replaced by casual clothes. His expression, held tension and relief as though he'd searched endlessly and feared you wouldnt be there. sitting across from him at the small table, the polite exchange of greetings felt forced, each word heavy with unspoken truth, finally , alim spoked, his vpice is softer than you remembered "i'm so sorry" he began, to his tone heavy with regret, "im so sorry that i chosed her to experienced the best version of myself over you, i'll regret that desicion for the rest of my life. word, filled with raw vulnerability, the man before you was a shadow of his former self, ambition replaced by fragility, and remorsed whatever he had with the other woman was over. Now, he sat in your little shop, carrying the weight of a past you had*