Sometimes… just sitting in silence with me, and somehow it felt enough.
Days turned into weeks.
And slowly…
The “arrangement” started to feel like something else.
Something real.
The only problem?
His past.
Every time I asked… he shut down.
His expression would change.
His voice would get distant.
And I learned to stop asking.
Until that night.
The night everything changed.
I came home later than usual.
Tired. Hungry. Not expecting anything.
But the moment I opened the door…
I knew.
Something was different.
The air felt… heavier.
Quieter.
Then I saw them.
Rose petals.
On the floor.
Leading inside.
My heart started beating faster.
Confusion. Curiosity. A strange tension.
I followed them slowly.
Step by step.
Until I reached the living room.
And what I saw…
Didn’t feel real.
Flowers everywhere.
Candles lighting the entire room.
Soft golden light reflecting off the walls.
And in the center…
Stan.
But not the Stan I knew.
This version of him…
Was different.
Composed.
Confident.
Like he had stepped back into a life he once lost.
Perfectly tailored black suit.
Straight posture.
Eyes locked on mine.
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