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Marcus turned to face her, finally meeting her gaze. "I left because I was scared. Every time I get this close, I feel like I'm losing the version of myself that knows how to survive alone. But being alone is starting to feel a lot like drowning."

She looked at him for a long beat, the silence between them filled with the ghosts of their past arguments and the hope of their future. Slowly, she leaned her head against his shoulder. Last Night (feat. Keyshia Cole)

Marcus reached out, finally closing the gap and taking her hand. His skin was cold, hers was fire. "I’m not running anymore, Keyshia. I stayed away today because I wanted to make sure that when I looked at you again, I was ready to stay for good." Marcus turned to face her, finally meeting her gaze

"You can't keep one foot in the door and one foot on the street," she said. "Last night wasn't just a moment for me. It was a choice. I chose you. But I can't be the only one choosing." But being alone is starting to feel a lot like drowning

Marcus didn't answer with words. He just tightened his grip on her hand, watching their reflection in the mirror behind the bar—two people tired of the game, finally deciding that the prize was worth the price of admission.

Keyshia walked in like a storm disguised as a sunrise. She slid onto the stool next to him, not saying a word, her presence a loud demand for the truth.

"Last night was a lifetime ago," Keyshia interrupted, her voice softening just enough to let the hurt show. "You said things, Marcus. Promises you've made a thousand times before. But when the sun came up, you were gone again. Just like always."