Chapter 41

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Mallory

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, gently illuminating Adam's apartment. I sit at the kitchen table, cradling a warm cup of coffee in my hands, letting the comforting aroma fill my senses. The quiet hum of the city outside the window adds a subtle rhythm to the tranquility of the morning.

It's been a week since our return from Greece, and the memories of our trip linger like the aftertaste of a fine wine. I can't help but smile as I think back to the sunsets over the Aegean Sea, the charming streets of Milos, and the countless moments of joy shared with Adam. It truly was the best trip of my life.

Today marks a significant day for Adam—his first day at a new job. I feel a surge of pride for him, knowing how eager and excited he was to embark on this new chapter. His dedication and determination are admirable, and it's heartening to witness his professional growth.

As I sip my coffee, I take in the silence of the apartment, missing the presence of Adam. The past couple of months have been transformative for both of us. Our connection has deepened, and the contours of our relationship have become more defined. Everything seems to have happened at an accelerated pace, and the weight of it settles in my chest. The thought of how swiftly life has changed triggers an unexpected shift in my mood.

Adam is not like Matt. I repeat the mantra in my mind, a reminder that the past is not destined to repeat itself. But doubt, like an unwelcome guest, lingers at the edges of my thoughts. What if this happiness is too good to be true? What if, like Matt, Adam suddenly realizes he's too young for this, too young for a committed relationship?

I shake my head, as if physically dispelling the doubts. No, I won't let the shadows of the past darken the present. Adam is different, and our relationship is built on a foundation of trust, respect, and genuine connection. Yet, the residue of past heartaches lingers, a nagging whisper in the recesses of my mind.

With a determined exhale, I stand up, grabbing my empty mug. The routine of washing and tidying becomes a comforting distraction, the rhythmic clinks and splashes a counterpoint to the turbulent thoughts in my mind. I wipe the mug, place it in the cupboard, and stand there for a moment, staring at the neatly arranged dishes as if they hold the answers I seek.

The sunlight streaming through the window paints patterns on the floor, a warm glow that contrasts with the cool doubts lingering in my mind. In an attempt to shake off the unease, I decide to go for a jog. I stride into the bedroom, to change my clothes. Pulling on a pair of snug black yoga pants, their fabric hugging the curves of my legs, I pair them with a vibrant coral sports bra. I lace up my running shoes and tie my hair into a high ponytail, determined to conquer the demons of doubt that threaten the peace I've found with Adam.

I step out of the apartment and I set off, jogging down the sidewalk and gradually picking up the pace. As I move, the familiar routine begins to work its magic. The negative thoughts that clung to me like shadows start to dissipate, making room for the endorphins to weave their euphoric spell.

Turning a corner, I find myself heading towards the river. The urban landscape gives way to a more serene scene, and I feel the tension in my muscles ease as I approach the water. The rhythmic flow of the river seems to synchronize with the tempo of my run, creating a harmonious backdrop for my thoughts.

Forty-five minutes pass, marked by the changing landscape along the riverbank. The sun has shifted in the sky, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Despite the fatigue that begins to settle in, I feel invigorated and more centered than when I started.

I Decide to head back, so I turn away from the river and retrace my steps. As I jog back, my earlier worries seem distant, replaced by a renewed sense of optimism. Arriving back at Adam's apartment building, I slow down to a walk. The endorphins continue to course through my veins, leaving me with a feeling of exhilaration. I take a moment to catch my breath, standing at the entrance of the building.

I enter the apartment and head to the kitchen. Reaching into the refrigerator, I grab a chilled bottle of water, the cool droplets forming on its surface. The refreshing liquid is a welcome treat after the jog, and I take a long sip, feeling the hydration seep into my revitalized body. I set the water aside and I stretch my arms overhead, the satisfying pull in my muscles a testament to the physical activity. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I revel in the post-run endorphin high.

With a contented sigh, I decide it's time to wash away the remnants of my jog. I make my way to the bathroom, thoughts swirling about the day ahead. As I turn on the shower, the sound of rushing water becomes a calming backdrop.

The warm water cascades over me, washing away any lingering fatigue. The luxurious sensation brings to mind the sun-drenched days on the beaches of Greece. I linger in the shower, letting the water revive my senses. After a thorough wash, I step out, feeling renewed and ready to face the day.

Wrapping myself in plush towels, I head back to the bedroom. The sun spills through the windows, casting a gentle glow on the space. I decide to wear a short, summery dress—a light and flowy garment that complements the warm weather outside. Its spaghetti straps give it a delicate touch, perfect for a casual day.

I towel-dry my hair, allowing the blonde strands to fall freely around my shoulders. The soft texture of the towel absorbs the moisture, leaving my hair with a natural, tousled look. Once my hair is mostly dry, I leave the bedroom and make my way to the study. I settle into an armchair near the window, the view of the river unfolding before me.

My phone in hand, I decide it's high time to catch up with Kylie. I scroll through the contacts to find Kylie's name. A few rings later, her voice comes through the phone, and the excitement in her greeting is palpable.

"Hey, Mallory! How's life after Greece treating you?"

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