— What if our novel played on a radio? What if the news talked about us? What if the rest of life was a step away from here? And if today could be when I meet you. The beginning of everything.

You had been living a relationship for a while that oscillated between friendship and romance, something that began with discreet looks and evolved into intense moments, but now it was cooling. The distance between you and Natasha only increased, and no matter how much she tried to convince herself that she was fine like that, it was difficult to ignore the emptiness you left.

One night, in the silence of your apartment, you heard a knock on the door. When her opened it, her found Natasha on the other side, her eyes transmitting a mixture of longing and restlessness.

"I can't do it anymore." She started, with a slightly trembling voice. "I want to believe that it was better for me, that moving us away was the right thing... but what if our romance played on the radio? What if the news talked about us? I can't let it go as if it were something that never happened."

She paused, running her hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. "I want to believe it was better for me, but what if we... were wasting something that should never have been left behind? I thought I was strong enough to follow, but everything in me still comes back to you."

Natasha stared at you, vulnerable, as if she was trying to find in her eyes an answer to the doubt that tormented her.

"I don't know what to do." She admitted, her voice loaded with a weight that seemed bigger than herself. "But if there's still something between us... if there's still a chance, I want to try."