Invisible string F.C

10.The tension broken

As they walked side by side, their conversations ebbed and flowed naturally—sometimes lighthearted, sometimes serious, but always with a sense of understanding that neither of them had to explain everything. There were no expectations, no false pretenses—just two people, walking through the world together, sharing whatever was on their minds.

When they reached a quiet park, Franco found a bench, and they sat together, watching the distant lights of Paris twinkle in the night. Angelys turned her face toward him, her heart full in a way that she hadn't felt in years. There was still so much uncertainty, so many unknowns. But in this moment, with him sitting beside her, everything felt like it might be okay.

"This," she said softly, "this is what I've been missing."

Franco glanced over at her, his expression sincere. "What, exactly?"

She thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "Real connection. A moment where things aren't complicated. Where it's just us. Where we don't have to figure everything out."

He nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "I think... I think we've always had that, Angelys. We've just been too afraid to call it what it is."

The words hung between them, heavy but not burdensome. And in that moment, there was no need to say anything else. They didn't have to define anything. They didn't have to rush. They only needed to be present.

As they sat there, side by side, Angelys let herself believe—for the first time in a long time—that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as alone as she once thought. Not with Franco by her side.

And as the stars slowly made their way across the sky, she felt the quiet promise of something new unfolding between them. Something she wasn't ready to name yet, but something she could trust.

The future was uncertain, but for the first time in ages, she wasn't afraid to step into it. Not with Franco beside her.

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As the days passed, the space between them shifted. No longer was it filled with unspoken words or hesitant glances. What had once been a quiet connection—an unacknowledged bond—slowly began to evolve into something undeniable. It wasn't sudden. It wasn't a grand confession or dramatic moment. It was simply the way they found each other more often in the quiet of the evening or the comfortable stillness of a shared cup of coffee, the way their hands would brush, the glances that lingered just a moment longer than necessary.

One evening, after another one of their long talks under the Parisian stars, Angelys and Franco found themselves walking through the city, hand in hand, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. The world felt different now—softer, somehow—and the distance between them, once so carefully maintained, had vanished without either of them fully realizing it.

Franco, ever so thoughtful, had planned another evening out, but this time there was something in the air that was different. It wasn't about Paris, or the quiet walks, or the deep conversations they shared. It was about them. It was about everything they had both been hesitant to acknowledge.

They reached a small bistro, a quiet corner of the city that was familiar to both of them—one they'd wandered to before during their walks, but never as a couple. Franco squeezed her hand, guiding her to a table in the corner where the candlelight flickered softly against the dim backdrop of the evening.

"So, what's this about?" Angelys asked with a teasing smile, raising an eyebrow at him. "Another surprise?"

He grinned, shaking his head. "I wanted tonight to be... different," he said softly. "Not a surprise. Just... something that feels real."

She blinked, his words landing deeper than she expected. This wasn't just another evening; this wasn't just another part of their routine. This was a shift. Something significant was on the verge of happening between them, and neither of them needed to rush it.

The waiter brought their drinks, and they shared a quiet moment, each sipping their wine, the space between them filled with the easy warmth of two people who knew each other's souls a little better every day. But even then, neither of them spoke the words they had both been holding in for so long. It was as though they were waiting for a sign, a moment when it would feel as natural as breathing.

Franco placed his glass down, his fingers brushing against hers on the table. He met her gaze, his eyes full of warmth, his voice quiet. "Angelys," he began, a slow smile forming on his lips. "I think we've been dancing around this long enough, don't you?"

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her heart was racing, but in a good way, the way it did when you were standing on the edge of something incredible. "I think we have."

He laughed softly, leaning in, his voice tender. "I want this to be real with you. Us. What we have... I don't want to hide from it anymore."

Angelys felt her heart swell, the words she had been afraid to say for so long now tumbling out. "I want that too. I think... I think I've always wanted that."

The moment hung between them, suspended in time, as if the world had paused for just a beat. Then, without thinking, she reached for him, her hand gently cupping his face, pulling him closer. And in that moment, it didn't matter that they hadn't confessed their feelings months ago, or that they had danced around this for so long. What mattered was right now.

Franco leaned in, their lips meeting softly, tenderly, as if they were both savoring the moment—the confirmation of everything that had been building between them. It wasn't a kiss of passion or urgency. It was the quiet, peaceful acknowledgment of something deeper, something both of them had been waiting for.

When they pulled away, there were no more words needed. They had found their way to this moment without forcing it, without rushing it. And now that they were here, together, there was nothing left to question.

Franco smiled, his thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand. "You're everything I didn't know I needed."

Angelys laughed softly, a warm, genuine laugh that filled the space between them. "And you're everything I didn't know I was looking for."

They sat there, in the quiet of the bistro, hands entwined, their hearts full in a way they hadn't known was possible. There was no grand gesture or declaration of love—just the simple, unspoken truth that they had found something real. Something they both had been searching for, in different ways, for so long.

As the evening wore on and the city's lights twinkled around them, they knew—without saying another word—that they were no longer just two people orbiting each other. They were together. And that was enough.

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A/n

It finally happened🤩
They are a couple sooo what do you guys think?
And is this length for a chapter good, I can shorten it too if needed.

-ro🤍