Amara liked the way Timi saw her.
The world often rushed past her, but Timi paid attention.
He listened—really listened—when she talked.
He made her feel important without trying.
She looked forward to his messages more than she admitted.
But behind the sweet moments, behind those soft smiles she gave him, something was quietly burning inside her:
She already had a boyfriend.
His name was Victor.
They had been dating for months, but their relationship wasn't perfect anymore. They argued, misunderstood each other, and sometimes went days without proper communication. But she still loved him—or at least she thought she did.
And that made everything harder.
Amara wasn't ready to let Victor go.
But she also wasn't ready to lose Timi.
So she decided—selfishly—to keep both parts of her life separate.
She convinced herself it wasn't a big deal.
After all, Timi hadn't confessed, right?
She wasn't technically cheating, right?
But every time Timi looked at her with those kind eyes, guilt crawled up her spine.
She knew if she told him the truth, she would break something in him.
Something pure.
Something gentle.
Yet, she also knew that hiding it was breaking something too—
just more quietly.