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Is That Calvin’s Creation?
Author: Cindy Chen
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Alana's voice quivered with emotion as she struggled to articulate her feelings. "I can see it in your eyes, Calvin," she whispered, her words hanging heavy in the air. "There's still something there, isn't there? Despite everything that's happened."

Calvin's stoic facade faltered for a moment, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability betraying his composed demeanor. "Yes, there was a time when I loved you deeply," he confessed softly, his voice laced with melancholy. "But you never reciprocated those feelings. Everything has changed now. I don’t love you anymore."

Tears pooled in Alana's eyes as she extended a trembling hand towards him, the distance between them a painful reminder of their fractured bond. "I wish I could go back and change things," she confessed, her voice thick with regret. "But all I can do now is apologize. I'm so sorry, Calvin."

For a moment, Calvin seemed to waver, his gaze softening at the sight of Alana's distress. "As I said, it’s too late," he acknowledged, hi
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