She believed that everyone, no matter their circumstances, should shine like stars in the vast universeâfree and independent.
The galaxy stretched out, filled with too many painful, unfinished love stories. She couldnât understand why Michael chose to drown in his sorrow when he still had a chance to be happy.
âMichael!â Dulce called out with all her strength, holding herself steady despite the pain.
Michael stopped in his tracks, his head lifting as though he had heard Laceyâs voice calling to him from a distant timeâdistant yet painfully familiar.
A sense of despair washed over him.
He knew it was just an illusion, but the pull was so strong, and he couldnât help himself from turning around, hoping that Dulce might be Lacey.
Dulce met his gaze, her voice firm but full of compassion. âThe person you loved is gone. Sheâs dead. But youâre still here. Youâre still alive! Wake up! Sheâd want you to live fully, to be happy!â
Michael stood frozen, unable to respond, his mind clouded.
For the first time, he felt his conviction waver, the illusion cracking.
And in that moment, he realized that perhaps he wasnât as devoted to Lacey as he had always believed.
In the end, Fiona took Michaelâs arm and urged, âMichael, letâs go home.â
As they drove back, Fiona kept her eyes on the road, her grip tight on the steering wheel, while Michael lay slumped in the passenger seat, his face buried in his hands.
She had completely lost interest in searching for the woman who had spent the night with her husband.
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Before Fiona could finish, Michaelâs voice cut through the silence.
Impatience tinged his words. âDoes being with someone else automatically mean Iâve betrayed her?â
Fiona stepped on the brakes. âYou promised youâd never divorce my sister. You said you loved her! Itâs not even been that long since she left. How can you not love her anymore?â
Even though Lacey was gone, Michael should still keep her in his heart.
If Michael was with someone else, his story with Lacey would be in the past.
And that would make her divorce meaningless.
No one would protect her anymore, and she would have no one to rely on. She was afraid that if Michael was with someone else, he would no longer care about her.
Michael couldnât find the words to respond.
The silence in the car was thick, suffocating, each breath feeling like it was ripping at his chest.
He didnât want to talk anymore, but Fionaâs voice filled the space, persistent and heavy.
âMichael, you will help me, wonât you? You promised youâd take care of me after my sister passed.â
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