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ꜰᴏᴜʀ : ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ

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I woke up feeling refreshed in the first time of two years of hell. I looked around, surrounded by fluffy pillows. I hugged one tightly in my arms, wishing it was Jesse. No matter how much time passed, it always felt unreal. How can such a beautiful, unbreakable relationship fall apart?

I stretched and yawned, slowly sitting up. My head felt a little fuzzy, like I had a slight hangover. I glanced around the room, taking in my surroundings. The room was a soft shade of blue, the walls adorned with framed photos of Jesse and his family. There was a king-sized bed against one wall, a large window overlooking the backyard.

I suddenly remembered where I was. I was at Jesse's house. Or, at least, I assumed it was his house. I couldn't quite remember. The last thing I remembered was... no, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was here, with him. Or, at least, near him.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, hating how miserable I looked as I tried to wash out the traces of tears and mascara.

All I saw was a broken woman, haunted by her past, trapped in a loveless relationship.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice how different Jesse's house was now. It was cleaner, more organized. There was an aura of peace and happiness that I hadn't seen in years. The sound of laughter drifted through the hallway, coming from what I assumed was the kitchen. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

I heard a knock and went to get it. It was Jesse and a gentle smile spread across my face. He was carrying his daughter, Mila, who was wearing a cute little dress and had the biggest grin on her face.

I lightly smiled, looking down as I remembered how much we'd talk about having kids together. We would always be promising each other, saying that we would never be apart, even if we fucking die, we'd be together as ghosts. But everything ended, leaving me with a heartbreak and him with a beautiful family.

I love Jesse more than Matthew, more than words could even describe. I love Jesse way more than anything but I can't have him, can't I?

In love with a man I can never have.

"Good morning." He greeted with a husky voice. "Morning. And hi there, who's this?" I asked, giggling and booping the little girl's nose as she smiled wider.

"Say hi Mila!" Jesse prompted, grinning proudly at his daughter. The little girl squeaked out a tiny "hi" before giggling. "She's usually not this quiet," he explained, rubbing her head. "She's usually quite the chatterbox." He looked at me, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Can I hold her?" I asked, my voice soft and hopeful. "Of course," he replied, handing her to me gently. Mila let out a little squeal of delight and wrapped her tiny arms around my neck. I smiled down at her, breathing in her sweet, innocent scent. Jesse grinned and Mila reached out for my hair, running her tiny fingers through it. "She likes your hair," he laughed.

We stood there in silence for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of each other's presence. I couldn't help but wonder how it felt for him to have this beautiful family, to wake up to the sound of laughter and love every morning. I ached for him, even though I knew I couldn't have him.

"Right, so what would you like for breakfast?" I glanced up at Jesse as he spoke. The way his

eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled was something I missed so much. His hair was still damp from the shower and his muscles rippled beneath his tight gray t-shirt. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through his hair and kiss every inch of his perfect body. But I couldn't. Not anymore.