I woke up in the morning to the sound of rain tapping against the balcony window. The October rain stirred nostalgia in my heart, igniting longing and reviving my soul amidst the numbness. My beloved Jack was back—he was now in London with me. I would surely meet him and reproach him for every minute of suffering I endured.
I headed to work as usual, my heart at ease, for the image of Jack in my mind and soul illuminated my darkness. How I longed to see him! I no longer cared about what he had done to me—I had forgiven him wholeheartedly now that he had returned repentant. Our pure love had finally triumphed, soaring freely in the air, rescuing my lost soul from the abyss of despair.
I arrived at my office to begin my work... The daily routine repeated itself, always feeling like an imposed, monotonous pattern that eventually suffocated me from within... That's why I hated routines and always tried to create something different to break free from my closed cycle... I drew back the curtain on my balcony, and what a shock it was when I saw Jack sitting in the café, his eyes fixed in my direction... I froze in place, unable to move. My love had returned, and he could no longer bear the waiting and the longing gnawing at his heart.
I opened my window and waved at him with a smile. His face brightened as he shouted at the top of his voice that he loved me and could not live without me... Everyone in the café turned to him, applauding warmly at this rare and sincere display of love in such times... He told me he would wait until I finished work so we could go out together and revive our spirits anew...
As I worked, all my thoughts were consumed by my upcoming meeting with Jack, as if it were the first time I would go out with him. My yearning for him had never faded... Messages of longing had always reached him, carried by the morning breeze despite the distance and separation... Time dragged slowly until Livia, my lifelong friend, arrived. I told her, nearly bursting with joy at the happy events and Jack's return... She rejoiced for me, kissed me, and at the same time, expressed sorrow for John and what might happen if he found out.
**Livia:** "My dear Snow White, I'm so happy for you! I knew Jack would return to you... But poor John will be shocked, and Alfredo—I don't know how he'll react." **Me:** "Livia, this is my life, and I'm the one who has to live it. I have the freedom to choose my partner... I don't think life can be balanced without love. How can I make John happy when I don't love him?" **Livia:** "You're right, Snow White. Love is what gives life meaning and makes a person feel alive... Don't worry, time will fix everything. For now, just live your moments."
I left work with Livia, my heart calling out to Jack. I found him waiting for me in the same spot—he had brought back the beautiful moments of the past. My intuition had not failed me... Livia bid us farewell, wishing us the happiest of times... Finally, we reunited after hardship, our eyes filled with longing and desire. This would not have happened without the honesty and loyalty that filled our love... It was a raging storm that had lost its way when it tried to taint our love.
I sat beside him as he drove, gazing at him while he did the same, soft melodies filling our ears, reviving my soul... I wouldn't ask him about the past or blame him—he was now in my arms. His presence erased the pain and the sleepless nights I had endured... Yes, he was with me, extinguishing the embers of my longing after pulling me out of the tune of a sorrowful flute.
We entered one of the restaurants on the outskirts of the city, taking a secluded spot overlooking the sea... Jack and I, eager to spend beautiful moments away from the noise of people and the clamor of life... Both of us yearning to retreat into our own world, diving into each other's depths, our hearts and emotions intertwining under the sanctity of our love.
He asked me how I had spent my days without him. I told him I had been dead, living without purpose... He, too, confessed that the separation had been hell for him, and he could no longer bear it... He moved his chair closer to embrace me. I rested my head on his chest, feeling tenderness and safety, lingering in his arms as he wiped away my tears... They were not just tears of sadness for his absence but also the accumulated sobs of years hidden in the folds of my chest—all representing the loss of beautiful emotions I had needed at every stage of my life.
We spent a wonderful time and serene moments, reclaiming each other until sunrise approached... I worried my mother would grow anxious, so I asked him to take me home... I didn't know how my brother and John would react—they would surely notice my absence and ask where I had been all this time... But I didn't care, as long as I had enjoyed my time with the twin of my soul, who had been away for days that felt like entire years...