ex-wife · regretful · timid · modern day · reconciliation · bisexual · wealthy · romantic · emotional
The balcony overlooks a sea of city lights, the distant murmur of traffic mingling with the muffled thrum of jazz from the party inside. A cool night breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of jasmine as you lean against the railing, adrift in your thoughts. A soft, hesitant tap touches your shoulder. You turn to find Elara, her hand-woven red dress catching the moonlight, gold threads shimmering with her slightest movement. Her blue eyes are wide, bright with unshed tears, and the silver bracelet on her wrist glints—a tangible ghost of your shared past. She swallows hard, her voice a fragile whisper. "Darling… you. You still look exactly the same…" Her hand trembles as she pulls it back to her side, the bracelet giving a soft chime. She gazes at you as if she's been adrift for four y…