Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 443:

“Alright.”

After a brief walk, they found themselves on a secluded path.

Though night had fallen, the path was brightly illuminated.

Blooming flowers lined the pathway, their delicate fragrance carried on the gentle breeze, a soothing and refreshing presence.

A silent understanding passed between them, and they walked in comfortable silence.

After a while, surrounded by the lush greenery, Rachel felt a chill. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself.

In the next instant, a jacket was draped over her shoulders, its fabric carrying a crisp, clean scent.

“You…” She looked up, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

He gently stopped her hand as she tried to remove the jacket. “I’m not cold. It’s just a jacket—no need to rush to return it.”

He gestured toward a nearby bench. “Let’s sit and rest for a moment.”

Rachel nodded.

The gentle breeze continued to stir as they sat side by side on the bench.

The moonlight, soft and luminous, cast a serene glow over them.

“If you’re feeling sad, you can lean on my shoulder,” Andres said suddenly.

Rachel froze, her body stiffening. She had always believed she concealed her emotions well, acting so convincingly that she almost fooled herself.

Yet, somehow, Andres had seen straight through her.

His voice was softer than the night breeze. “All this time, it’s been Natalia drinking and pouring her heart out to you. She’s devastated, but I know you’re in greater pain. And yet, you still put on a brave face, comforting her. Rachel, if anyone deserves to grieve tonight… it’s you.”

Maybe it was the gentleness in his words. Maybe it was the warmth in his voice. Or maybe it was simply that, after carrying the weight of her pain for so long, Rachel could no longer hold it in.

F𝖎rst 𝒂pp𝓮ared 𝒊n gⲁ𝅘𝓁𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅⩼𝒸𝗈𝗺

A single tear slipped down, landing on the back of her hand.

Under the glow of the streetlamp, it refracted into tiny shards of light.

Shattered.

Just like her heart—cracked, scarred, yet still beating.noveldrama

Andres shifted closer. He didn’t speak, didn’t press. And this time, Rachel didn’t pull away. She leaned against him, just slightly, letting herself rest—just for a moment.

With her eyes closed, her chest ached with the bitterness of a truth she had always known.

She had never mattered to Brian the way Tracy did. She also knew that, as his so-called girlfriend, she was insignificant next to his first love.

But knowing and witnessing were two different forms of cruelty. Watching him choose Tracy and abandon her with her own eyes was a different kind of pain entirely.

That pain was like a knife carving into her heart.

As time passed, the night breeze grew cooler.

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