When love was not on my mind

Previously

…When she reached her doorstep, she paused, hand on the key. The evening had settled into a deep blue twilight, and somewhere a star flickered. She thought of Leo’s confession, of the years of silence, of the door that had creaked open and now stood ajar, letting in a cold, uncertain wind. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, the quiet of her apartment wrapping around her like a familiar blanket. But the silence felt different now—laden with possibility, and danger. Because she knew, deep down, that she had to decide. And either choice would change everything.