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The one that chooses her fully.
But that’s not the version sitting here.
Not completely.
Because even with her in my arms?—
Warm.
Beautiful.
Trusting—
There’s a part of me that’s somewhere else.
On a beach.
In a gym.
In a hallway.
Chasing a girl who told me to leave her alone.
Isa shifts slightly, already drifting off.
Safe.
Content.
Certain.
She thinks this means something.
That we’re building something.
That I’m all in.
And I wish?—
I really wish?—
I could be the guy she thinks I am.
I stare down at her as her breathing evens out.
My hand still in her hair.
My chest tight.
Because I made the right choice.
Did everything right.
So why does it feel like I’m lying to both of us?
