Honey! Wake up. Breakfast is ready,"
As Axel scrabing Kayla's hair, slowly moves his face on Kyla and he leaned for a kiss but Kyla wakes up and stopped him.
"Axel what are you doing?" She asked.
"I just want to kiss you," Axel murmured making a soft smile on his face.
"You know that our marriage was fake. It was just for business,"
"I know that but.... I love you since then until now. Don't you feel anything for me?," he asked looking straight to Kyla.
Kyla holds his hand and slowly scratching Axel's hair. "You know that my heart was already taken," she said. "And you also know that I only agree to marry you because of business. I'm sorry Axel but I can't love you the way you love me, cause for me, your just a big brother."
Axel didn't answer, but Kyla already knows that those words hurt him, she didn't want to keep lying about her feelings but she needed to. After a few second Axel hugged her; tears from his eyes were slowly dropping, face was turning red, and his heart was crushed, it feels like it was been broken down into pieces. And without hesitation Kyla hugged him back.
"Kyla, I love you. Even though you like someone else I will still love you. I will let you be free, but please can we still be friends?"
"Yeah sure,"
On the other hand Ellie was lying on a bench with her hands were dancing on the keyboard of her loptop. She was writing infront of a big Ferris wheel where Angel bring her and the first time that someone showed her that there was nothing to be scared of. A Ferris wheel that once they ride together with a view that was tranquil and beautiful. And there she was again she kept cherishing the memories they shared together.
Kyla walked down the hallway, her bare feet pressing softly against the cold marble tiles. The air felt still, like the house itself knew what had just happened. Her fingers brushed against the walls as she moved, the weight of Axel's confession still sitting heavily in her chest.
She never wanted to hurt him. But sometimes, even when you do everything right, someone still gets wounded. And in this case, it was the one person who had stood by her side for so long, even when the love wasn't mutual.
She stepped into the kitchen, where the scent of pancakes and brewed coffee filled the air. The table was already set, and the soft hum of a jazz playlist played from a speaker on the counter. It should have been a comforting scene. But instead, the warmth in the room only reminded her of the chill in her heart.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, taking a slow sip. Her eyes wandered to the window, where the garden swayed gently with the breeze.
Back upstairs, Axel still sat on the edge of the bed. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt, breathing deeply. He didn't regret telling her how he felt. But it didn't make it hurt any less. It was one thing to love someone in silence. It was another to hear them say they could never love you back.
He looked at the photos on the shelf—a staged wedding picture, smiles that weren't real, a moment that was never meant to last. Still, it had felt real to him. Maybe too real.
After a while, he stood, fixed his shirt, and made his way downstairs. Kyla was at the table, staring into her cup, lost in thought. When she noticed him, she gave a soft smile. A tired one.
"Sit," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.
Axel nodded and sat down. They ate in silence for a while. Just the occasional clink of cutlery and the quiet music in the background.
"So," Axel said after a moment, breaking the quiet, "you still think about her?"
Kyla looked up. "Every day."
He nodded slowly, as if he already knew but just needed to hear it out loud. "And you want her back?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
Axel took a breath. "Then I'll help you."
Kyla stared at him. "Axel, you don't have to do that."
"I want to. I need to. If I can't have your heart, then maybe helping you find the one who does… maybe that'll help me heal."
She didn't know what to say to that. So she reached over and held his hand.
"You're a good man, Axel. You didn't deserve any of this."
He chuckled, dry and tired. "It's okay. Some stories aren't meant to be love stories. Some are just about letting go."
Across town, Ellie sat alone on a bench near the pier, the sea breeze ruffling her hair. Her laptop rested on her knees, but she hadn't typed anything in a while. Her eyes were locked on the Ferris wheel across the water. It still lit up every night, just like before.
She remembered riding it with Angel. The way Angel had held her hand when she was afraid of heights. The way she had looked at her like she was the only person that mattered.
"I miss you," Ellie whispered to no one. "I wish things were different."
The cursor blinked on her screen, waiting. So she began to type.
*"Some love stories don't end with goodbye. They linger. They sit quietly in the corners of your heart, waiting for a reason to come back."*
Her fingers slowed. She saved the document and closed the laptop.
Her phone buzzed.
**Message from: Unknown Number**
> *"Hey. It's Kyla. I know it's been a while. Can we talk?"*
Ellie stared at the message for a long time.
Kyla.
It had been almost two years since they last saw each other. A lot had happened. Hearts were broken. Words were left unsaid. But that name still made something twist inside her.
She read the message again.
And replied.
> *"Sure. Where?"*
The cafe was quiet, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. Ellie arrived first, nervously picking at her sleeve. The place hadn't changed. Same mismatched chairs. Same soft lighting. Same smell of cinnamon rolls.
And then Kyla walked in.
She looked a little older. Her hair was longer now, and she carried herself differently. But those eyes were the same. Ellie felt her heart stutter.
"Hey," Kyla said softly.
"Hey," Ellie replied, standing up. They hugged awkwardly, like people who used to be close but didn't know how to be anymore.
They sat.
"You look good," Kyla said.
"You too."
Silence fell for a moment, heavy but not uncomfortable.
"So," Ellie started, "what made you text me after all this time?"
Kyla looked down at her coffee. "I needed to see you. I needed to say something I should've said a long time ago."
Ellie waited.
"I'm sorry. For leaving the way I did. For not fighting harder. I thought I was doing the right thing. But... I hurt you. And I hate that I did."
Ellie looked at her, searching. "It broke me, Kyla. I kept wondering if I wasn't enough. If I imagined all of it."
Kyla's voice cracked. "You didn't imagine it. I loved you. I still do. But things got so messy. The business, the pressure, the fake marriage..."
Ellie blinked. "Fake marriage?"
Kyla nodded. "It was arranged. For business. I agreed because I thought I had to. But it never meant anything. Not really. Not compared to what I felt for you."
Ellie stared at her, processing everything.
"So why are you here now?"
Kyla reached across the table. "Because I want to try again. If you'll let me."
Ellie didn't answer right away. She just looked at Kyla's hand, then back at her eyes.
There were still cracks in her heart. Still things that needed healing.
But maybe, just maybe, some broken things could be put back together.
And maybe this time, they'd do it right.