Dominic
Two years had passed since he last saw her, and not a single day had gone by without her crossing his thoughts. Dominic sat in his sleek, modern office overlooking the bustling city below. The metropolis seemed to move at a frenetic pace, much like the thoughts racing through his mind.
He stared out of the window, a cityscape blurred by memories of laughter, shared secrets, and the warmth of her presence. It had been a deliberate choice to distance himself from her, an attempt to bury the past. Yet, here he was, unable to escape the haunting memories or rather that one night that clung to every corner of his mind.
The lack of contact was a self-imposed exile, a form of self-preservation. But, despite the distance, he found himself wondering if Grace ever thought about him. Did
