Chapter 27 #2
One man believes love is nothing more than a transaction.
The other believes love is nothing more than an unnecessary tragedy.
Matthew signals and slides the car into a tight parallel spot. Through the window, I see a cheerful bakery with a bright blue awning. Frost it’s tinged with a shared understanding that needs no words. As the smile reaches his eyes, they light up, their green mirroring the leaves overhead.
He holds my gaze. A silent acceptance suspended in the peaceful air.
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