Amara tried to forget the café encounter, but it followed her everywhere.
His words echoed in her mind.
"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing."
"I missed you."
By nightfall, she was restless. She had cleaned her apartment twice, watched half a movie, and scrolled endlessly through her phone.
Then it rang.
Daniel.
She stared at the screen for a long time before answering.
"Hello," she said, keeping her voice steady.
"Ama, I'm sorry about earlier."
"It's fine."
"It's not," he said quietly. "I shouldn't have put you in that position."
She leaned back on her couch. "Then don't."
Silence.
"I just , needed to see you," he added.
Her heart softened against her will. "You're getting married, Daniel. You shouldn't need me."
"I always need you."
Her chest tightened.
You knew that before breaking me with your wedding.
You made your decision and there is nothing I can do about it Daniel.
Why did he always say the right things at the wrong time?
"Goodnight, Daniel," she said quickly.
"Wait," he stopped her. "Are you coming to the wedding?"
She closed her eyes.
"Yes."
Another silence.
"I'm glad," he said softly. "It wouldn't feel right if you weren't there."
That hurt more than she expected.
After they hung up, Amara placed her phone on the table and whispered, "This is a bad idea."
But she wasn't backing out anymore, it's hurt more than anything but still decided to face the betrayal from Daniel physical, maybe that will wake her up from her delusion.