Reignite
Leif Aizen
Years after he vanished without a word, they meet again. Old sparks flare to life—but so do old wounds. Can they heal the silence, trust again, and finally let love reignite?
Chapter 1
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“? ???'? ?????????? ??? ?? ????.. ? ??????'? ???? ? ?????? ??? ?? ???. ?? ???????.. ?? ????.” she said as she look at her messenger where his last message says `he’d explain. But he didn't.
He disappears.
And that was the last time. She decided not to think of him anymore. Because no matter what, she knows there's no way she’ll find out why he did that and she don't know whether he'll come back or not.
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“Coffee for Table 5… coffee for Table… hmm… eight! There you go, ma’am—enjoy!” Azi beamed brightly as she set down the cups, moving easily between tables becausw whenever she wasn’t busy with her own work, she always pitched in to help her mom run their cozy little coffee shop.
“Oh, right—almost forgot!” she chuckled, turning toward the counter. “Two cappuccinos, Mom! For Table 7!”
“Hahaha! Oh dear, you’re not even old yet and already getting brain fog?” Her mom’s voice was light and warm, teasing gently. Azi just laughed it off.
Helping out at their family coffee shop kept her hands full—and her mind wonderfully distracted, stopping her thoughts from wandering back to everything she’d rather not think about.
“Oh right… Table 4! Here you go—one Americano.” She winked playfully. The woman in sharp corporate wear, who’d held a calm, unreadable expression, gave a small, soft smile in return.
When she finished serving, she headed toward the back room to rest—until the bell chimed, and a newcomer stepped inside. Azi sighed softly and turned back to greet them.
“Welco—”
Her voice died instantly. Standing right there was him. The man who’d vanished without a word. Her online boyfriend… her ex—who ghosted her completely.
Her face went still the moment their eyes locked. There was no mistaking him. He’d sent her his photos three times before; she knew every line of his face. And she could tell—he recognized her too.
She drew a sharp breath, forcing herself to pull it together. She couldn’t just stand there frozen, staring.
“W-Welcome, sir… here’s the menu.” She held it out, voice steady only by effort, and guided him toward a table.
“? ???'? ?????????? ??? ?? ????.. ? ??????'? ???? ? ?????? ??? ?? ???. ?? ???????.. ?? ????.” she said as she look at her messenger where his last message says `he’d explain. But he didn't.
He disappears.
And that was the last time. She decided not to think of him anymore. Because no matter what, she knows there's no way she’ll find out why he did that and she don't know whether he'll come back or not.
??????? ?
“Coffee for Table 5… coffee for Table… hmm… eight! There you go, ma’am—enjoy!” Azi beamed brightly as she set down the cups, moving easily between tables becausw whenever she wasn’t busy with her own work, she always pitched in to help her mom run their cozy little coffee shop.
“Oh, right—almost forgot!” she chuckled, turning toward the counter. “Two cappuccinos, Mom! For Table 7!”
“Hahaha! Oh dear, you’re not even old yet and already getting brain fog?” Her mom’s voice was light and warm, teasing gently. Azi just laughed it off.
Helping out at their family coffee shop kept her hands full—and her mind wonderfully distracted, stopping her thoughts from wandering back to everything she’d rather not think about.
“Oh right… Table 4! Here you go—one Americano.” She winked playfully. The woman in sharp corporate wear, who’d held a calm, unreadable expression, gave a small, soft smile in return.
When she finished serving, she headed toward the back room to rest—until the bell chimed, and a newcomer stepped inside. Azi sighed softly and turned back to greet them.
“Welco—”
Her voice died instantly. Standing right there was him. The man who’d vanished without a word. Her online boyfriend… her ex—who ghosted her completely.
Her face went still the moment their eyes locked. There was no mistaking him. He’d sent her his photos three times before; she knew every line of his face. And she could tell—he recognized her too.
She drew a sharp breath, forcing herself to pull it together. She couldn’t just stand there frozen, staring.
“W-Welcome, sir… here’s the menu.” She held it out, voice steady only by effort, and guided him toward a table.
Chapter 1
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