The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 183

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Chapter 131: Everything Is More Real Now.-1

Clara

I don’t know at what point stopped feeling afraid, or perhaps… it did not disappear completely.

It just… became smaller, more manageable, quieter.

I remember when I was packing, that knot in my chest.

That constant question: what if everything goes back to the way it was before? But here… Inside this house…

That question doesn’t sound so strong anymore.

I walk slowly down the hallway, barefoot. Without haste, letting each step be felt.

The floor creaks just under my feet… and I close my eyes for a second. There it is… That sound, so simple. But so mine.

A small smile appears on my lips.

“I didn’t remember that,” I murmured.

But I did remember it, I just didn’t know I missed it.

I run my fingers gently along the wall as I move forward.. and then I see it.

A small mark, almost imperceptible. Anyone would think that it is a defect.

But I know exactly what it is, I remember the day.

The ladder.

The failed attempt to hang a picture, and my laughter. His laughter.

I stop in front of that mark… and touch it with my fingertips

As if I were touching a memory.

“We never fixed it,” I whisper.

And we didn’t, because at that time… It didn’t matter. Because we were fine, because we were happy.

I keep walking, I get to the living room… the same sofa. The same place where a few hours ago I was

sitting with him. But now… I feel it differently.

Closer, more mine.

My eyes wander through space… and stop at the vase. That vase.

I take a step towards it, run my fingers along the edge. I remember when I chose it.

Ethan said it was “too simple.” And I insisted.

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Because it wasn’t simple, it was delicate, it was quiet. It was… enough.

t smite barely.

“You left him in the end,” Tmurmured.

And that small detail… touches me more than it should.

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Because he didn’t change it, because he didn’t erase that. Because he left me here… somehow… I take a deep breath. And there I feel it.

The aroma, that particular smell of the house.

It’s not a perfume, it’s not something you can easily name. It is… a mixture of wood, of air, of memories.

Of life, I close my eyes. And for a second… I let myself go.

Because this place… doesn’t treat me like a stranger, it doesn’t reject me. It doesn’t weigh me down, it embraces me.

It recognizes me. And that… that disarms me.

I walk to the garden, open the door.

The fresh air brushes my skin, and I step out. Everything is the same, but not exactly the same.

More careful, more… attended. My eyes scan every corner… The plants, the flowers. And there… my chest barely tightens.

Because I remember the afternoons here, the sun going down, the meaningless conversations. The laughter, the tranquility, the way I felt… safe, alive, loved.

I swallow hard.

Because that… That’s what scares me.

Not the past that hurt, but the past that was so good… that it hurts not to have it the same.

I approach one of the flowers, touch it carefully. And I smile.

“They’re still here…”

As if time hadn’t passed. As if something of us… had never truly left.

I look down at my hands. And I breathe. Because now I understand.

It’s not the house that moves me, it’s not the walls. Nor the objects.

That’s what I was here.

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