Turning Away
As Alex’s eyes met mine, a shadow crossed his face. His expression changed from surprise to a hardened mask.
Without a word, he turned and walked away, threading his path through the laughter-filled crowd. My heart sank, watching him drift further from me, physically and emotionally.
The brisk pace of his departure felt like a door closing, one I wasn’t ready to admit had shut. I stood there, holding onto the glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d turn back.