Allyson's POV
We walked down the empty sidewalk together. The city streets stretched ahead of us, unusually quiet for this time of day. Only a handful of cars drifted past, their engines humming softly in the distance. Everything felt suspended in time, moving at half speed.
Including us.
Our footsteps were leisurely, almost romantic. Like lovers taking an evening stroll without a care in the world. But that wasn't what this was. That wasn't what we were.
Reagan suddenly stopped and turned toward me.
"Allyson."
I looked at him, my defenses automatically rising. "What is it?"
"I need to ask you something important."
Something in his tone made me pause. I could feel the weight of whatever he was about to say. "Alright. What do you want to know?"
His voice became softer, more vulnerable. "Do you forgive me? Really forgive me, I mean. Have you actually moved past everything that happened between us?"
