The Magic Black Card

Not giving up

"That can't be the truth," he declared, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and confusion. Uncertainty hung in the air, enveloping the room in a cloud of doubt. His mind raced, desperately searching for any flicker of recollection, but he drew a blank. He simply couldn't recall ever crossing paths with her before, beyond that fleeting encounter at the necklace store. The absence of recognition left him grappling with a sense of unease, questioning the veracity of her claim.

"Why would you know, when you haven't been paying attention to me?" she questioned, her voice filled with a hint of hurt. Every attempt she made to capture his attention seemed to have been in vain, leaving her feeling helpless and invisible. The weight of her worries manifested in her explanation, each word heavy with frustration and disappointment. It was as if all her efforts had been futile, like whispers lost in the wind, unheard and overlooked.

"So why are you only approaching now?" he demanded, his tone