Chapter 6: The Distance Between Hearts
The day started like any other — sunshine peeking through the London clouds, Future sketching new dress designs while humming her favorite song.
Then came the message that changed her rhythm:
> "Future, I've been selected for an architectural project in Italy… six months."
She read it twice. Then again.
Her hands trembled slightly, but she smiled. Wisdom had always dreamed of designing abroad — it was his chance to shine. Still, her heart whispered softly, six months is a long time.
When they met that evening, she tried to stay cheerful. "Italy, huh? Guess London's losing one of its finest."
Wisdom studied her carefully. "You're happy for me… right?"
"Of course I am," she said, though her voice wavered just a little.
He reached across the table and held her hand. "Future, listen… this doesn't change anything. You're still my everything. I just want to make you proud."
Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them away. "You already do, Wisdom."
They spent the rest of the evening walking, holding hands tighter than ever before. The city felt quieter, as if even London understood what was coming.
On his last night before leaving, Wisdom surprised her again — a small silver bracelet with a charm shaped like a heart and compass.
"It'll remind you that no matter where I go," he said softly, "my heart always points to you."
Future smiled through her tears. "You better come back fast — or I'll fly there and drag you home myself."
He laughed, pulling her into his arms. "Deal."
When his plane took off the next morning, Future watched from her window as the first snow of winter began to fall — gentle, pure, and silent.
She missed him already, but deep down she knew: true love doesn't fade with distance; it grows stronger in its waiting.
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