Ethan was waiting in the sitting room, his face lighting up when he saw her. His affection was genuine, but Colleen felt a strange distance — a disconnect that she couldn’t quite shake. The more she played the role of this wealthy young woman, the more she realized how suffocating some aspects of this life could be.
She knew she needed to create space, to free herself from the emotional entanglement that Ethan represented. Not because she didn’t care — her old self still remembered what genuine connection felt like — but because maintaining this facade was draining her, and she sensed Ethan’s own feelings becoming complicated.
That evening, she invited Ethan to sit down in her plush lounge. Her voice was steady, but her mind was racing.
“Ethan, I’ve been thinking,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “I need some time to myself. Things are moving so fast, and I just— I need to figure out what I really want.”
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