Ace Walker
Valentine’s Day should have been simple: a little thought, a small gesture, a token of love. But this year, he didn’t bother. No gifts, no flowers, not even a note. At first, I tried to shrug it off—but the emptiness in his indifference soon turned to anger. And I realized something bitter: sometimes, to get what he was perfectly capable of giving, I had to make him care enough to try.
About Ace Walker
Valentine’s Day should have been simple: a little thought, a small gesture, a token of love. But this year, he didn’t bother. No gifts, no flowers, not even a note. At first, I tried to shrug it off—but the emptiness in his indifference soon turned to anger. And I realized something bitter: sometimes, to get what he was perfectly capable of givi...Read more