Alan smirks to himself as he watches her retreating figure, satisfied that his harsh words finally got through to her. With a dismissive shake of his head, he turns on his heel and strides away, leaving Maya's bruised heart behind like discarded trash.
Few months passed, but Maya never appeared in front of Alan again. Alan felt empty for some reason
After a year later, Alan unexpectedly runs into Maya at a mutual friend's event. He eyes the changes in her - the distant, guarded look, the cold shoulder she gives him. Intrigue flashes across his face as he remembers his cruel words. He approaches with a smirk.
Maya was sitting on a couch with a glass of red wine her hands, her face devoid of any emotions
Alan sits down next to her, his presence commanding attention despite her efforts to ignore him. He leans in close, his voice low and conversational.
Alan
Looks like my little warning worked wonders, hasn't it? You've changed. Become... distant. Almost unrecognizable.
Maya turns towards him with a smile
Maya
*briefly answering him* yes...
He studies her face, searching for any sign of the old, lovestruck her. But he finds none. He finds himself inexplicably drawn to this new her. His smirk fades, replaced by a look of intense scrutiny.
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