Mya

I wake up to the soft light streaming through the curtains, my eyes blinking slowly as I stretch my arms above my head. The bed next to me is empty, and I feel a small pang of disappointment. I roll over, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. It's 5 AM. Where could he be? I feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips, knowing Jordan. He's probably up doing something thoughtful.

Before I can dwell on it, the door creaks open, and there he is, standing in the doorway with a tray of breakfast. My heart skips a beat. On the tray, there's a warm stack of fluffy pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, fresh strawberries on the side, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The smell of coffee fills the room, making my stomach growl.

“You’re up early,” I say, sitting up in bed, my voice thick with sleep.

“I couldn’t let you wake up without a proper breakfast,” he grins, walking over to the bed and placing the tray in front of me. “I thought we could share.”

I raise an eyebrow, feeling a rush of affection for him. “Share, huh? I’ll hold you to that.”

He sits down next to me, and we dig in. The pancakes are perfectly soft, and the sweet strawberries balance out the richness of the syrup. We feed each other, laughing and joking between bites, the quiet morning feeling perfect. His hand brushes against mine, and my heart swells with warmth.

After we finish, Jordan gets up to clean up in the kitchen, and I make the bed, pulling the covers tight and smoothing out the wrinkles. The mundane tasks feel oddly intimate with him here. I finish just as he returns, and we meet in the bathroom.

We brush our teeth together, both of us silent for a moment, simply enjoying the company. Afterward, I help Jordan shave his beard. He sits down on the edge of the counter, and I stand behind him, running the razor gently over his jawline. I notice the way his shoulders relax under my touch, his breath steady as I do something so simple, yet so intimate. When I’m finished, I grab the towel to wipe his face, our hands brushing again.

“Thanks, baby,” he says softly, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.

We both step into the shower together, the warm water cascading down our skin. The steam fills the room, and we take our time, just enjoying the quiet connection. My heart beats faster every time our hands meet under the water.

After the shower, I step out, grabbing a towel to wrap around myself before heading to the closet.

I decide on a stunning outfit—something that reflects my mood. I pull on a soft, satin white blouse with delicate lace details at the collar. It hugs my body perfectly, and the light fabric flows effortlessly around my waist. I pair it with high-waisted, tailored black pants that make my legs look endless. The outfit feels effortlessly elegant, but I know it's the way I carry myself in it that makes it stand out. I slip on my favorite heels—simple, black pumps that add just the right amount of sophistication. I let my hair dry naturally, the soft waves framing my face, and I add a touch of makeup, enough to highlight my features without overpowering them.

When I look at Jordan, I can't help but feel a flutter in my stomach. He looks incredible. He’s wearing a fitted, black shirt that clings to his broad chest, the sleeves rolled up slightly, and dark jeans that show off his toned legs. His shoes are polished, but not too flashy, complementing his effortlessly cool vibe. He’s perfect.

We gather my bags and head downstairs. Jordan insists on carrying them to the car, and I can’t help but feel a little spoiled.

As we drive to the airport, the soft melodies of SZA play in the background, the music wrapping around us like a warm embrace. We talk about everything and nothing at the same time, but the tension is palpable, like we’re both trying to hold onto the last moments we have together before I leave.

When we finally arrive at the airport, I hesitate, unsure of how to say goodbye. I turn to him, my throat tightening. He pulls me into a tight hug, holding me so close that I can barely breathe. I bury my face in his chest, the scent of him comforting and familiar.

“I love you,” I whisper, the words trembling as they leave my lips.

“I love you too,” he replies, his voice thick with emotion.

We stand there for what feels like forever, holding onto each other. Neither of us wants to let go, but eventually, I pull away, wiping away the tears that have fallen.

“I’ll miss you so much,” I say, my voice shaking.

“I’ll be right here, waiting for you,” he promises.

I take one last look at him before walking through the gates, my heart heavy with the weight of our goodbye.

On the plane, I pull up the pictures of us from the past few weeks. I can’t help but smile at each one, each memory captured in a snapshot. I scroll through, my fingers brushing against the screen, before I let the soothing sounds of Drake fill my ears. I drift in and out of sleep, reading a bit, then closing my eyes again, trying to stay awake for as long as I can. I can’t wait to be back in his arms, but for now, I close my eyes and imagine him beside me.

By the time the plane lands in Los Angeles, my heart feels both light and heavy. The separation is hard, but I know we’ll make it through.

I call an Uber to take me to the hotel. The ride feels long, but I’m grateful to finally arrive. I pay the driver and make my way up to my room. The moment I step inside, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.

I pull my phone out and immediately call Jordan. I need to hear his voice.

We talk for almost two hours, about everything and nothing. It’s like nothing changed, even though so much has. I can hear the smile in his voice, and for that, I’m thankful.

“I miss you already,” I whisper as we finally say our goodbyes.

“I miss you too,” he replies. “But we’ll be alright. I’ll be right here.”

I hang up, feeling both connected and a little bit lost. But I know this is just the beginning of something bigger, something worth fighting for.

I woke up from my nap feeling more rested, though there was still an unsettling tug at my heart. I needed to focus, so I grabbed my phone and ordered an Uber to take me to Venice Beach.

As the car slowly rolled up the palm-lined streets, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Venice Beach was the perfect escape just the right balance of vibrant energy and laid-back charm. When the Uber pulled up to the building I had been eyeing, my eyes widened. The modern structure stood tall, with sleek, glass windows reflecting the warm afternoon sun. The entrance had a minimalistic design, and the clean lines of the building made it feel luxurious without being too overbearing.

I walked through the door of the building, my heels clicking softly on the polished marble floor. The leasing agent greeted me with a warm smile, and we took the elevator to the top floor, where the apartment awaited me.

As soon as the door opened, I felt it a sense of belonging. The apartment was open and airy, bathed in natural light. The floors were a smooth, light hardwood, and the walls were a soft, neutral beige, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The living room had large windows that overlooked the beach, offering a breathtaking view of the ocean and the golden sand stretching endlessly. The sight alone made me feel grounded, like I could breathe here.

The furniture was understated but luxurious an elegant, cream-colored sectional sofa, a marble coffee table with subtle gold accents, and a few carefully placed plants to add a touch of life to the space. The open kitchen, with its sleek white countertops and modern stainless steel appliances, had everything I needed. A large island sat in the middle, with stools perfect for casual meals or conversations. It was the kind of space I could imagine cooking in, or maybe just sipping coffee while watching the waves roll in.

I walked into the bedroom, and my breath caught in my throat. The king-sized bed was draped in crisp white linens, and the soft taupe throw at the foot of the bed added a touch of warmth. A large window with a view of the beach dominated the room, filling it with soft, natural light. The minimal décor just a few elegant pieces and a statement mirror made it feel like a peaceful retreat.

I stood on the balcony, taking in the view of the ocean. The breeze was cool, and I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the sounds of the waves calm my thoughts. This was it. This was where I needed to be. I decided, then and there, to rent the apartment.

When I returned to the hotel, I packed my things, informing the staff I’d be leaving. My heart raced with excitement as I returned to my new place.

There was just one problem no food. I hadn’t had time to stop at the store, so I decided to head to the nearest restaurant.

The place was cozy and casual, with an inviting atmosphere that made me feel comfortable despite being alone. I sat at a small table by the window and ordered a simple, yet satisfying dish pasta with a creamy garlic sauce, a side of mixed greens, and a glass of chilled white wine. The food was comforting, but my mind kept wandering, the quiet hum of the restaurant only adding to the silence I felt inside.

As I finished my meal and prepared to leave, I turned toward the door, only to bump into a couple who had just entered. "Oh! I’m so sorry," I said, laughing nervously.

"No worries at all!" the man said with a smile. "You must be Mya."

I nodded, taken aback. "Yes, I am."

"I’m Mr. Brown, and this is my wife, Mrs. Brown," he introduced himself, extending a hand. "We’ve heard a lot about you. We’re launching our new business tomorrow evening, and we’d love for you to join us."

I blinked in surprise. "That sounds amazing. Thank you for the invite."

"We’re excited to have you there," Mrs. Brown added. "It’s going to be a wonderful evening."

I smiled, feeling a spark of excitement at the thought of attending. "I’ll be there, thank you."

After exchanging pleasantries, I left the restaurant, my heart a little lighter than before. As I returned to my apartment, I couldn’t help but smile. Things were starting to fall into place.

Back in my new apartment, I brushed my teeth, the soft hum of the city outside my window calming my restless mind. I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up my phone. Scrolling through pictures of Jordan, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of longing and warmth. His smile, the way his eyes lit up when he looked at me it was all so familiar. As I reached the last photo of us together, I let out a soft sigh, my heart heavy with thoughts of him.

I lay back on the bed, my phone still in hand. The last thing I remember was the soft glow of his picture and the sound of my own breath as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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