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The notion of seeing him face-to-face came quietly, almost like a whisper in the back of her mind. She avoided the thought for days, convincing herself it wasnβt worth the risk. But the silence between her and Tom grew unbearable. No calls, no texts, just that heavy, suffocating void.
She told herself she would wait for him to make the first move. He left, after all. He walked out. But every passing hour felt like another brick added to the wall growing between them.
By the end of the first week, she was practically vibrating with indecision. That was when Leo DiCaprio entered the picture.
It started with a casual lunch, the kind she reluctantly agreed to because Samantha refused to let her wallow any longer. βJust eat something decentβ she said. βYour body is 90% Pinot Noir at this point.β
Leo showed up with his usual charm, exuding that effortless charisma that somehow felt both genuine and overwhelming.
βLook at youβ Leo said, sliding into the booth across from her. βI almost didnβt recognize you with all the gloom.β
βThanksβ she replied flatly, stirring her iced coffee. βGreat pep talk.β
He grinned. βWhat? Iβm just saying you look like youβve been through it. And by through it, I mean a train wreck.β
She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. βAppreciate the honesty.β
After some light small talk, Leo leaned forward, his expression turning serious. βSoβ¦ are we going to talk about whatβs going on, or are we just pretending youβre here for the avocado toast?β
She sighed, rubbing her temples. βThereβs nothing to talk about. We fought. Heβs in London. Iβm here. End of story.β
βBullshitβ he said bluntly, making her blink in surprise. βYou love him. He loves you. And neither of you knows how to pull your heads out of your asses.β
βWowβ she muttered. βDid you take Samanthaβs master class in brutal honesty?β
βLookβ Leo continued, ignoring her jab. βTomβs my guy, but I know him. Heβs stubborn as hell, and heβs not going to fix this on his own. You want things to change? You have to do something.β
βWhat am I supposed to do?β she snapped, feeling her chest tighten. βJust fly to London and show up at his doorstep?β
Leoβs face lit up. βExactly.β
She blinked at him. βI was being sarcastic.β
βIβm notβ he said firmly. βThis isnβt something you fix over the phone. You need to see him. Talk to him. Make him see whatβs at stake here.β
She opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. Because deep down, she knew he was right.
After lunch, she walked aimlessly through the city, Leoβs words rattling around in her head. By the time she got home, the idea already took root.
She sat on the couch, staring at her phone, debating whether to call one of her friends for advice. As if on cue, Samantha texted:
βHow was lunch with Leo? Did he lecture you?β
She smirked and replied:
βSomething like that.β
Ten minutes later, Samantha showed up at her door, dragging Miranda and Charlotte behind her.
βWeβre staging an interventionβ Samantha announced, pushing past her.
βFor what?β she asked, closing the door.
βFor youβ Miranda said, giving her a pointed look. βAnd your refusal to fix things with Tom.β
βI donβt...β
βYou doβ Charlotte interrupted gently. βJules, youβre miserable. Heβs miserable. You need to talk to him.β
βI donβt even know what to sayβ she admitted, sinking onto the couch.
βStart with βhi'β Samantha said, pouring herself a glass of wine.
Miranda sighed, sitting beside her. βJules, if you want to fix this, you need to see him. Face-to-face. None of this texting or waiting for him to call. Go to London.β
She hesitated, glancing at the floor. βAnd what if he doesnβt want to see me?β
βThen at least youβll knowβ Charlotte said softly. βBut I think he does. He just doesnβt know how to say it.β
By the end of the night, her friends practically packed the suitcase for her.
βYouβll stay at the Connaughtβ Samantha declared, typing furiously on her phone. βItβs chic, but not too obvious.β
βOr you could stay at a cute Airbnbβ Charlotte suggested.
βAbsolutely notβ Samantha said. βThis is a statement trip.β
Miranda looked up from her laptop. βOkay, I found a flight. Direct to Heathrow. Youβll be there in under seven hours.β
βI havenβt even decided if Iβm goingβ she protested weakly.
βYes, you haveβ Miranda said firmly.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Maybe they were right. Maybe this was the only way to move forward - one way or another.
Later that night, after her friends left, she sat in her dimly lit apartment, staring at her passport on the kitchen counter.
She was still scared. Still unsure. But for the first time in days, she felt a flicker of something else.
Hope.
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She stood there, in the dimly lit hallway of Tomβs London flat, her heart pounding so hard she felt it in her throat. She should have called. She should have stayed calm. But this had been building for days, this aching, gnawing need to see him, to end the silence.
So she came there, in the dead of night, with no plan, just raw emotion. She knew it was messy. But she was there now, and she didnβt know how to make it stop, how to make it right.
Her knuckles tapped against the door, once, twice.
She waited.
The door opened slowly, and there he was.
For a split second, the flood of relief she expected didnβt come. Instead, confusion struck her. His posture was stiff, like he was bracing for something, and his eyes... shit. They were filled with something she couldnβt quite read.
βJulesβ he breathed. βWhat are you....?β
βSurprise. I need to talk to youβ she cut in, her voice cracking despite her best efforts. She had rehearsed this. She had told herself she wouldnβt do this. But the second she saw him, all those carefully planned words just... fell apart.
He hesitated, glanced over his shoulder, and then back at her. βIβm not alone.β
The words hit her like a slap. She froze. The heavy weight of them landed in her stomach like a lead balloon.
Not alone.
The first thing that ran through her mind was who else was with him.
Was it another woman?
A cold, sick feeling crawled up her spine. Her chest tightened. She tried to swallow but it was like something was lodged in her throat. The worst-case scenario rushed through her mind: a woman, someone who fit the bill of whatever she wasnβt, whatever she couldnβt be for him.
Her voice shook, but she couldnβt stop it. βIs it her? Is she here? Tribeca brunette?β
Tomβs face faltered, frustration lining his features. βNo, itβs not...β
But she didnβt want to hear it. She didnβt want the excuse. She didnβt care about explanations right then. She couldnβt stay there and feel this. The anger, the humiliation -it was too much.
She turned on her heel, the sting of tears threatening, but she refused to let them fall. Not here, not now.
βForget itβ she snapped, cutting him off before he could say anything else. βForget I even came.β
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