She sat across from him, her fingers tracing circles on the rim of her coffee cup. The café hummed softly, a melody of conversations and clinking mugs. He watched her, searching her face for clues—something definitive, something that meant stay.

“I don’t know,” she said finally, her voice a whisper too fragile to grasp. “I want to, but...”

The words hung there, incomplete.

His chest tightened. “But what? You’re here, aren’t you? Isn’t that a start?”

Her lips curved into a half-smile, an apology hidden in its corners. “It’s not that simple.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d said those words. Each time, they unraveled his hope a little more, leaving it frayed but still tethered to her.

“Love isn’t simple,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

She looked away, her eyes distant, caught in some internal tug-of-war. The moment stretched, the weight of it pressing on them both.

Then she stood, hesitated, and leaned in close. A ghost of a kiss brushed his cheek—warm, fleeting, gone.

“I’ll call you,” she murmured, though neither of them believed it.

And just like that, she was gone, leaving him with the ache of wanting someone who wasn’t ready to want him back.

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