“The House of Unfinished Goodbyes”
Elliot had spent a lifetime collecting regrets, but none haunted him more than the last thing he said to her.
“Maybe some things aren’t meant to be fixed.”
That was three years ago. Three years of wondering what might have happened if he had stayed, if he had fought harder, if he had found a way to bridge the space between them.
Now, standing in front of the home they once dreamed of building together, he barely recognized it. What was once a scribbled sketch on a napkin had become real—steel, glass, and wood woven together into something impossibly beautiful. But it wasn’t his hands that had built it. It was hers.
He stepped forward, unsure if he had the right to cross the threshold. The warm glow from inside flickered against the evening sky, casting shadows of a life he had missed out on.
Then, the door opened.
She stood there, unchanged and yet completely different. Stronger. More certain.
“You found it,” she said, her voice unreadable.
He swallowed hard. “I had to see it.”
She studied him for a moment, then stepped aside.
“Come in, Elliot,” she whispered. “But don’t think for a second this is your home anymore.”
And as he crossed the doorway, he knew—some things weren’t meant to be fixed. But that didn’t mean they weren’t meant to be faced.
