❥❥ 𝐈 𝐒 𝐀 𝐈 𝐀 𝐇 ❥❥

After Orlando broke my heart, I packed my bags and left, returning to the only place that ever truly felt like home—New York City. The pain still lingered, but the city’s energy pushed me forward, keeping me too busy to dwell on the past. I threw myself into finishing school, determined to rebuild myself. That’s when I met Isaiah. It was at a coffee shop near campus, where he accidentally took my order and, upon realizing, flashed me the most apologetic yet charming smile. “Guess that means I owe you a coffee,” he said, his deep brown eyes twinkling. I laughed, something I hadn’t done in what felt like forever, and just like that, the weight on my heart felt a little lighter.

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