But Kini simply shook his head, his expression unreadable as he gently squeezed my hand.
"Don't worry, Erica. I won't come between you two," he assured me, his voice tinged with a sense of finality. "I guess I will leave tonight. It was nice knowing you, Erica."
As he turned to leave, a whirlwind of emotions churned within me: relief, regret, and a lingering sense of uncertainty about the road that lay ahead.
But one thing was certain: whatever path I chose, the memory of Kini's fleeting presence in my life would linger, a bittersweet reminder of the choices I had made and the paths left unexplored.
As Kini planted a soft peck on my lips, a wave of mixed emotions washed over me: gratitude for his understanding, sadness at the prospect of his departure, and a twinge of regret for the path not taken.
"Goodbye, Erica," he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.
