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    It was Monday morning. The rush hour was in full swing, and traffic was exceptionally heavy. The


    car barely moved.


    Skr had no choice but to pull over into a roadside parking spot. Deciding she’d get to work faster


    another way, she hopped out and headed for the subway. Fortunately, the subway wasn’t as


    congested, though still crowded.


    The gridlock wasn’t just on the streets–it was underground too.


    Joe sent her a photo of the traffic jam with a message that read, “Stuck in traffic.”


    Skr replied, “Same here. I parked the car by the roadside and took the subway. I think I made the


    right


    choice.”


    She might have been stuck for another hour if she had stayed on the road.


    As the subway got busier, Skr put her phone away and held on, waiting for her stop–there were


    just three more to go.


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    In about ten minutes, she emerged from the station with 15 minutes to spare before clocking in.


    After crossing the street, she calmly walked toward the Gardner Group building.


    In the group chat, everyone discussed the traffic. Someone mentioned an ident on one of the


    main roads.


    The road they were talking about was the one she took daily.


    She was about to snap a photo of the office to share when someone stepped in front of her


    camera.


    Skr stared at the screen, momentarily thrown off. She wondered whether she had mistaken the


    person for someone else or if they simply looked alike.


    “Skr, long time no see.”


    It was Christopher, and his eyes were deep and filled with emotion as he looked at her. It was as if


    he were gazing at a precious treasure he had just found again; it was an intense, loving gaze. He


    appeared not to want to miss a single moment.


    Skr put away her phone, unsure what to feel. She hadn’t seen him in months and had convinced


    herself they wouldn’t cross paths again. Yet here he was, standing right in front of her.


    Seeing that Skr wasn’t responding, Christopher’s eyes grew misty with emotion. “I’ve spent the


    past few months back in our hometown. I visited our old school, Seeing the students there brought


    back so many memories of us.


    “I’ll never be able to like anyone else in this lifetime, Skr. I’vee to understand and realize my


    mistakes. I truly mean it. Every word I’m saying is from the heart.”


    He sounded desperate, and his eyes were wet with unshed tears.


    Every word rang true. Over the past few months, Skr was all he could think about whenever he


    had a mornent to himself.


    “Even my mom realizes how wrong she was. She knows she treated you poorly and regrets


    everything. She said, if given the chance, she would make it right. We can’t lose you.”


    Seeing Skr’s impassive expression, he was so anxious that he moved closer, almost ready to


    embrace her.


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    He continued,


    Joe doesn’t really care about you. He’s just stringing you along. I saw reports online–he’s interested


    in Ms. Vera Ruell. They’re a perfect match. You’re just a ceholder in his eyes, Skr. I don’t want


    to see you get hurt.”


    Skr stepped back, her face cold as she regarded him. Months had passed, and yet Christopher


    remained the same. He talked of regret, but his words felt like maniption.


    “Do I need to call the police?” she asked icily.


    Christopher stiffened, biting his lip. “Don’t you believe me?”


    He then pulled out a stack of photos from his backpack.


    “Just look at these photos, and you’ll see that Joe can’t possibly care about you.”


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