Over the next few days, kleia found herself torn between two worlds. The life she left behind in Greece, her family, her friends, her freedom was calling her, but so was Vito.
He gave her space, allowing her time to think, but his presence was always there, lingering in her mind. She hated how much she thought about him, how much she wanted to believe he could change.
Finally, after days of reflection, she made her decision.
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One evening , she found Vito in his office. He was seated at his desk, reviewing paperwork, but he looked up at the moment she entered.
" you've decided" he said, his calm voice, but least with tension.
" I want to leave" she said, her voice, despite the ache in her chest. " this isn't my world, Vito. I don't belong here.."
His jaw thightend, and for a moment. He said nothing. Then he nodded. " I understand."
Kleia's breath hitched. She expected him to argue. To try and convince her to stay. His quiet acceptance caught her off guard.
" I'll make the arrangements" he said, his tone measured " you'll be back in Greece by the end of the week.
