I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

Avey POV...

Avey sat on her bed, the room completely dark except for the faint glow from the moon seeping through the curtains. Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest, a dull ache that had become all too familiar over the years. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her hollow eyes blinking slowly, feeling lost in a whirlpool of emotions she couldn’t quite grasp.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind, breaking through the silence:

"You will get the chance to go back in time. Do you want to take it or not? Answer in 30 minutes yes or no."

The voice sounded mechanical, emotionless, yet it resonated so clearly in her head that it startled her. For a moment, Avey thought she was hallucinating. The years of regret and grief had taken such a toll on her that she assumed this must be another one of her mind’s cruel tricks. I must be losing it, she thought, not even bothering to look around or search for the source of the voice.

Her face remained emotionless, her eyes distant, as she smiled bitterly at the notion of going back in time. Do I deserve to go back? The thought hung heavy in her mind. If only she could return to those days before she had made all those terrible mistakes. The voice felt like a distant whisper of a dream a dream that could never come true.

"Yes," she whispered quietly into the darkness, not expecting anything. Her voice was laced with regret, a hollow acceptance of what she thought would never be.

But as soon as the word left her lips, everything around her began to blur. The darkness of her room, the quiet stillness it all faded into a swirl of colors and indistinct shapes. What is happening? Her heart raced as confusion took over. Her surroundings twisted and spun until, suddenly, everything snapped back into focus.

She wasn’t in her room anymore.

Avey blinked in shock. The dim lighting of her room was replaced by the bustling sounds of people, the clinking of glasses and silverware, the muffled conversations of diners all around her. She looked down at her hands, feeling the smooth texture of the tablecloth beneath them. Her breath quickened as her mind tried to process what was happening.

"Am I dreaming?" she asked herself, turning her head from side to side, taking in the elegant decor of the restaurant. Wasn’t I just in my room? What is this place? And then it hit her the voice. It said something about going back in time… didn’t it? Her heart pounded even harder, and she trembled with a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Please… don’t let this be a dream." Her thoughts were frantic. Please, God, don’t torture me with something like this if it’s not real. The pain of losing Lucian had been too much to bear in her last life, and if this was just another trick, another dream meant to torment her, she didn’t know if she could handle it.

Her hands moved to pinch her thighs, and she winced at the sharp pain. It’s real. I’m really here. Avey’s heart raced even faster, and tears of relief welled up in her eyes. This is it. This is my second chance.

She had prayed for this moment, begged for the chance to undo the terrible mistakes she had made, to take back all the hurt she had caused.

As she glanced around, her heart tightened with familiarity. This is the hotel… the same one where Lucian had to invited me. Her breath hitched as memories flooded back the day she had been so cruel, dismissing him in favor of another man, Victor. She remembered asking Victor to join her at the table, hoping it would finally send Lucian a clear message that she wasn’t interested in him again.

She hadn’t realized then how much damage she had done, how deeply she had hurt him. But now… now I know.

She looked up and saw Victor, sitting across from her, his usual charming smile on his face. his presence felt suffocating. Avey’s just looked at him. Her mind was elsewhere focused entirely on Lucian. She looked around hurriedly, her heart thumping with nervous anticipation. She knew he would be here soon he had to be.

And then she saw him.

Lucian stood far from the tables, almost hidden in the shadows, his tall, handsome figure dressed impeccably in a suit. He held a bouquet of flowers, the rare and beautiful Kadupul, the ones he had painstakingly try to give her at this day but she remembered what she had done with those not wanting to remember it now.

His face was stoic, a sharp contrast to the hopeful, loving expression she remembered from before.

Avey’s heart nearly stopped. There he is. My Lucian. The tears that had welled up in her eyes finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She had missed him so much. The pain of losing him had been unbearable, and now, here he was, standing just a few feet away.

She didn’t care if this was real or not. All she wanted was to drink in the sight of him, to memorize every detail of his face, to never forget him again.

But something was wrong.

Lucian’s eyes met hers, but they were cold, emotionless. Gone was the warmth, the love that had always radiated from him. Instead, all she saw in his gaze was a deep, unsettling indifference. Her breath caught in her throat, and her chest tightened painfully. He’s different. Avey’s heart twisted with guilt and regret.

Is he… angry with me? Of course, he would be. After everything she had done to him, how could he not be?

She looked to Victor, who was still sitting across from her, oblivious to the emotional storm she was drowning in. Avey’s mind raced. What have I done at that time? She wanted to scream, to tell Victor to leave, to apologize to Lucian, to beg him to forgive her for everything. But her body wouldn’t move. She was frozen, trapped in her own regret.

Lucian’s cold eyes bore into her as he glanced briefly at Victor, then back at her. His lips curled into a small, mocking smile, as if to say, This is who you chose over me.

Avey’s heart shattered at that moment. Her entire body trembled, and more tears flowed down her face. No… it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She had thought she was doing the right thing, pushing him away so he could move on. But instead, she had destroyed him.she just didn’t understood it in her past

She destroyed them both.

Victor noticed her distress and quickly stood, rushing to her side. He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently as he asked, "Avey? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?" His voice was filled with concern, but Avey couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t hear anything except the sound of her own heart breaking.

She tried to speak, tried to call out to Lucian, but nothing came out. Her voice was trapped, just like her body. All she could do was stare at Lucian as he turned away from her, his mocking smile still haunting her.

Lucian began to walk away.

Her mind screamed, No! Don’t go! Come back! Please! But her body refused to move. She watched helplessly as Lucian disappeared from her sight, walking out of the hotel and out of her life once again.

Avey’s entire body shook as she continued to cry, her tears falling like a waterfall, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She had lost him again, and this time, she knew exactly how much it hurt.

But still, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was sit there, drowning in the overwhelming sadness of knowing that she was the reason he was gone.

She had prayed for this second chance, and now that she had it, she realized that the weight of her mistakes might be too much to bear.

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sorry guys for late update...my wifi got a problem so i wasn’t able to upload it....well i had written them on time but guess...i got late again haha

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