The next morning, Maya woke up feeling lighter. The sun was shining, and for the first time in a long time, she felt hopeful. She made herself breakfast and hummed as she moved around her kitchen. Her phone buzzed with a message from Leo.
"Good morning. I had a dream about our dinner last night. Woke up smiling."
Maya felt her cheeks warm. She typed back, "Me too. It was a good night."
She spent the day finishing her unpacking. This time, it felt different. It felt like she was building a new home, not just moving to another apartment. Around noon, her phone rang. It was Leo again.
"I have an idea," he said. "There's a new art exhibit downtown. I remember how much you love art. Would you like to go this weekend?"
Maya smiled. "I'd love that. Saturday?"
"Perfect. I'll pick you up at 2."
The next few days passed in a happy blur. Maya and Leo texted often. They talked about small things—what they were eating, funny things they saw during the day, memories they shared. It felt easy and comfortable, like they had never been apart.
On Saturday, Leo arrived right on time. He looked handsome in a simple blue shirt and dark jeans. Maya felt a flutter in her stomach when she saw him.
The art exhibit was beautiful. They walked through the galleries, talking about the paintings. Leo remembered how Maya loved bright colors and landscapes. He pointed out pieces he thought she would like.
After the exhibit, they walked through the park nearby. The afternoon sun was warm on their faces. They found a bench near a fountain and sat down.
"I've missed this," Leo said quietly. "Just being with you."
"Me too," Maya said. She looked at his profile as he watched the water. She remembered all the reasons she had loved him. His kindness. His way of noticing small things. The way he made her feel safe.
But then she remembered the past. The lonely nights. The empty promises. The way he had shut her out when he was stressed.
As if reading her thoughts, Leo turned to her. "I know this can't be easy for you. Trusting me again."
Maya nodded. "It's scary," she admitted. "I don't want to get hurt again."
"I don't want to hurt you," Leo said. "I know I have to earn your trust back. And I will. However long it takes."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching people walk by. Families with children. Couples holding hands. An old man feeding birds.
"Can I ask you something?" Maya said. "What made you decide to come back now? After all this time?"
Leo was quiet for a moment. "My dad got sick last year," he said finally. "It made me think about what really matters in life. About the choices I've made. And I realized that leaving you was the biggest regret of my life."
Maya reached out and touched his hand. "I'm sorry about your dad. Is he okay?"
"He's doing better now. But going through that... it changes you. It makes you want to fix the things you've broken."
The sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Leo walked Maya home. At her door, he hesitated.
"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes," Maya said. "I'd like that."
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek softly. "Goodnight, Maya."
"Goodnight, Leo."
Inside her apartment, Maya leaned against the door, her heart full. She wanted to believe in this second chance. She wanted to believe that people could change.
But that night, as she tried to sleep, the doubts returned. What if he got scared again? What if he pulled away when things got hard?
She didn't have the answers. But she knew one thing—she was willing to try.
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Questions for you:
Have you ever given someone a second chance? How did it work out? What advice would you give Maya right now?