Two days later, Amara ran into him.
She wasn't prepared.
She had gone to a quiet café just to clear her head. She ordered coffee and sat by the window, trying to focus on work. But her mind kept drifting.
Then she felt it.
That familiar presence.
She looked up.
Daniel stood across the room.
Her breath caught.
He looked exactly the same , tall, composed, dangerously handsome. But something in his eyes had changed. They looked, restless.
He walked toward her slowly.
"Hi, Ama," he said softly.
Her heart betrayed her immediately. "Hi."
"Can I sit?"
She nodded, even though every part of her screamed no.
He sat down and studied her face. "You look good."
"You're getting married," she replied.
The words hung heavy between them.
Daniel leaned forward. "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing."
Her chest tightened.
Too late.
Way too late.
"Then why are you doing it?" she asked.
He ran a hand through his hair. "Because it's the safe choice."
Amara laughed bitterly. "So I was the risky one?"
He didn't answer.
Silence stretched between them.
Finally, he spoke again.
"I missed you."
Her heart cracked.
She stood up quickly. "You shouldn't say things like that."
"Why?"
"Because you're not mine."
The words shocked even her.
Daniel stood too. "You were never just anything to me, Ama."
"But I was never enough for you either," she replied quietly.
She picked up her bag and walked away before her tears could fall.
Behind her, Daniel called her name.
But she didn't turn back.
Because if she did,
she might never leave again.