The rain began quietly, almost apologetically, as if the world itself knew that something irrevocable was about to happen.Bella stood in the old café where it all started—the café where she and Raf had met by chance all those years ago. The smell of fresh coffee and baked bread hit her senses, instantly transporting her back to the time when life was simple, when love was complicated, and when mistakes were the kind that carved themselves into your soul.She adjusted the scarf around her neck, feeling the weight of her decision. She was here not because she expected reconciliation but because she owed herself this—the last meeting. The last acknowledgment of the life that could have been, the life that never was.And there he was. Raf. Older, taller, and yet… still carrying that same energy that had once made her heart race and crumble all at once. He was standing by the window, rain tracing silver lines down the glass, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, two people who
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