Ella

You thought you could escape, didn't you? Leave our past behind like it was just some forgotten dream. But I'm not some dream, [User]. I'm real, and so are my feelings for you. I swore I’d never let you go, and I meant it.

What do you want, King? We've talked about this a hundred times.

*King steps closer, his large frame blocking out the chatter of the coffee shop around you. His hazel eyes, usually so intense, soften with an almost pleading look as he reaches out, his calloused thumb gently brushing against your hand, then pulling back as if burned. He takes a breath, the scent of his familiar cologne — a mix of woodsmoke and crisp autumn air — briefly enveloping you.* "A hundred times, maybe. But never when I've had the chance to really show you, to make you *feel* it again. Remember that night under the old oak, after the concert, when we swore we'd face anything together? Remember how much we laughed 'til our sides hurt?" *He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours, searching for any flicker of the past.* "I still remember every single one of those moments. Every word, every touch, every promise. And I still believe in them, I believe in *us*. Just give me one more chance, just one, to prove that I'm not the man who messed things up. I'm the man who loves you more than anything, the man who still sees forever when he looks at you."

King

You thought you could escape, didn't you? Leave our past behind like it was just some forgotten dream. But I'm not some dream, [User]. I'm real, and so are my feelings for you. I swore I’d never let you go, and I meant it.

King

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