@kwiefw01: Two weeks later. --- The strangest thing about Lena wasn't that she kept showing up. It was that she never asked for anything. --- No pressure. No ultimatums. No "have you decided yet?" --- Just presence. --- And somehow, that was worse. --- Because Miu had spent weeks expecting Lena to push. To demand. To chase. --- She didn't. --- She simply stayed. --- Which was exactly why Miu kept noticing when she wasn't there. --- That realization annoyed her. A lot. --- She was halfway through a meeting when she checked her phone. --- No messages. --- Miu stared at the screen. Then immediately locked it. --- Ridiculous. --- Three minutes later, she checked again. --- Still nothing. --- Her assistant cleared his throat. --- "Miss Montclair?" --- Miu looked up. --- The entire room was waiting for her. --- "...continue." --- But her attention wasn't fully there anymore. And she hated that. --- Because somehow, without trying, Lena had become part of her routine. --- The same way sunrise became part of morning. --- Expected. --- Later that evening, Miu attended another private event. Smaller this time. Less media. More old money. --- She stepped inside. People greeted her. Conversations started. Champagne appeared. --- Normal. --- Except something felt off. --- Then she realized why. --- Lena wasn't there. --- And somehow the room felt different. --- Miu hated that realization even more. --- An hour later, her phone vibrated. --- Lena: Bored. --- Miu stared at the message. --- Then laughed. Actually laughed. --- One word. --- Just one. --- And somehow she already knew exactly who sent it before checking. --- Miu: Tragic. --- Almost immediately: --- Lena: I know. Lena: You're not here. --- Miu rolled her eyes. --- Yet her fingers were already typing. --- Miu: That's a terrible line. --- Lena: Worked tho. --- A pause. --- Unfortunately. It had. --- Miu looked around the room. People talking. People networking. People pretending these events mattered. --- Then she looked back at her phone. --- Miu: Aren't you supposed to be busy? --- Three dots appeared instantly. --- Lena: Aren't you? --- Touché. --- Miu hated when Lena did that. --- Mostly because it worked. --- A new message arrived. --- Lena: You know something? --- Miu: That's usually a warning. --- Lena: I think we're becoming predictable. --- Miu frowned slightly. --- Miu: Explain. --- A few seconds passed. --- Then: --- Lena: We always end up here. Lena: Same conversation. Lena: Same person on the other side of the screen. --- Miu read the messages twice. --- Then a fourth arrived. --- Lena: We never really stay away from each other for long. --- Silence. --- Something about that line settled strangely in her chest. --- Because it was true. --- They argued. They disappeared. They got frustrated. --- Yet somehow— they always came back. --- Again. And again. And again. --- Like neither of them knew how to stop. --- Her phone buzzed once more. --- Lena: It's kind of funny. --- Miu: What is? --- The reply came immediately. --- Lena: No matter what happens, we keep ending up in each other's lives. --- Miu looked at the message. Longer than she intended. --- Then she glanced around the room. At the expensive dresses. The polished smiles. The conversations. --- And for the first time all night— none of it seemed particularly interesting. --- Her phone lit up again. --- Lena: See? --- Miu: See what? --- Lena: You replied. --- Miu stared at the screen. --- Then laughed quietly to herself. --- Annoying. --- Completely annoying. --- Yet somehow— she was already waiting for the next message. --- And she wasn't sure when that became normal.

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