He looked older, tired, but his eyes still held that soft warmth that used to be her home. "Victoria. I didn't think you'd be here."
He nodded, the understanding settling between them like a final curtain. "You don't love me anymore, do you?" No Me Quieres, No Te Quiero Victoria Vilchez ...
The old pull was there—the urge to reach out, to bridge the gap, to try one more time. But then she remembered the exhaustion of their final months, the way they had tried to whittle themselves down to fit into each other's lives. He looked older, tired, but his eyes still
They walked away in opposite directions, two people who had loved each other enough to let go, carrying the weight of a lie that set them both free. "You don't love me anymore, do you
"And I can't ask you to change," Liam replied, his voice thick with regret.
"I can't be what you need," Victoria whispered, her heart aching with the truth.
Victoria looked at the lighthouse in the painting, its beam cutting through the dark. "No," she lied, her voice steady even as her heart fractured one last time. "I don't."