After being unceremoniously abandoned by Levi, a storm of emotions raged within me like a tempest. The rain, mirroring the torrents of feelings within, cascaded down from the heavens, soaking me to the bone. In that moment, as the world around me wept in sympathy, I made a vow to myself - a vow that no man, no matter his relation to me, would ever have the power to wound me again.

      Janae, lost to the world, remained a haunting enigma. The air was thick with unanswered questions and unsolved mysteries, the kind that lingered in the shadows of the mind, refusing to fade away. Despite the best efforts of detectives who tirelessly scoured the city, she remained a ghostly presence, haunting our thoughts and prayers. Her family, resigned to the inevitable, signed the papers that declared her deceased, but I, against all odds, clung to a sliver of hope, a belief that she was still out there, waiting to be found.

     In the midst of this emotional turmoil, a sudden interruption shattered the fragile peace I had managed to cobble together. The shrill ringing of the phone pierced the silence, a stark reminder of the world outside my grief-stricken bubble. With trepidation, I answered, only to be met with the voice of the very person who had inflicted wounds upon my heart - Levi.

      His words, a tangled web of excuses and explanations, hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud threatening to unleash its fury. I listened in stony silence, every fiber of my being screaming for retribution, for justice. His tale of comforting a heartbroken girl named Claire, of innocent gestures twisted into something sinister by my own insecurities, left me reeling.

      And then, as if to add insult to injury, he posed a question that rocked me to my core. A simple question, yet one that carried the weight of a thousand unspoken truths - "Will you go on a date with me?" My mind, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, grappled with his words, searching for a semblance of truth in the tangled mess of our shared history.

       As though I had not been the one who had initiated our relationship. As though it hadn't been my fault, that somehow, I had played an important role in the genesis of our relationship, when it was clearly his who had taken the initiative. And so, after several moments of contemplation, I accepted.

      The next day, my stomach knotted up with nerves and anticipation at what I thought to be my last opportunity. To my relief, it was just another regular Tuesday morning at work. It couldn’t have been more perfect, really. I'd have the entire day free to spend with Levi, to catch up and relive our past. To figure things out.

*Timeskip* 

      We were ending the date with Levi taking me back home. We had small conversations but I still couldn't get the incident from yesterday out of my mind. It made me so mad. 

      We finally arrived. I reached for the car handle before I was pulled back into a kiss. Levi was kissing me again. But it didn't feel the same it felt forced liked he was trying to apologize again but with an kiss. I just pushed him back and ran inside. 

      "Hon?" 

        Dad.