-Chapter 71-

                                    

                                          
 Jacob's POV
Two months with Angelina felt like a whirlwind-a rush of excitement and spontaneity that was hard to resist. It was so different from what I had with Molly. Not necessarily better, but different in a way that made everything feel fresh. I liked that.
Tonight was our two-month anniversary, and I'd planned something special. A fancy dinner, some drinks at our favorite bar, and maybe a walk by the river afterward. The usual, but with Angelina, even the usual felt like an adventure.
We arrived at the restaurant, and as we were seated, I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly beautiful she looked. She had this way of drawing attention without even trying, and I loved being the guy by her side. As we ordered our drinks, she flashed me a smile that made my heart race. 
"So, what are we celebrating tonight?" she asked, her eyes sparkling under the dim lights.
"Our two months together," I replied, trying to match her enthusiasm. But the truth was, part of me was still struggling to figure out how we'd gotten here so quickly. It was like I'd blinked, and suddenly we were together. I'd never really stopped to think about what that meant.
"Only two months?" She teased, leaning forward. "Feels like longer."
I laughed, but there was a truth in her words that caught me off guard. It did feel longer-because everything with Angelina had moved so fast. From the first time we'd hung out at that club, something had clicked between us. I didn't fight it; it just happened. But now, sitting here with her, I realized that I hadn't really thought about what I was doing. I was just going with the flow, swept up in the thrill of something new.
As we talked, I kept trying to push thoughts of Molly out of my mind. I'd always been the kind of guy who took relationships seriously, and the guilt of what I'd done to her was still there, lurking in the background. Molly hadn't deserved any of this. But then, I'd look at Angelina, and everything felt right again.
"You're quiet tonight," Angelina said, interrupting my thoughts.
"Just thinking," I replied, taking a sip of my drink.
"About?" She pressed, tilting her head slightly.
"Us," I said honestly. "This... what we're doing."
She leaned back, a hint of concern in her eyes. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"
I shook my head quickly. "No, it's not that. It's just... I didn't expect this. You and me."
"Neither did I," she admitted, her voice softer now. "But sometimes, you just have to go with what feels right."
She was right, of course. Being with Angelina did feel right-most of the time. But there were moments, like now, when doubt crept in. Not about her, but about how we got here, about what I'd left behind.
We finished dinner, and as we headed to the bar, I tried to shake off the unease. This was supposed to be a celebration, not a night for second-guessing everything. But as the night went on, the doubts only grew louder. 
At the bar, we found a booth in the back, away from the noise and the crowds. Angelina was in high spirits, and her energy was contagious. But as she laughed and joked, I found myself drifting away, lost in my thoughts. 
Molly had been everything I'd wanted for so long. We had history, a bond that was deep and steady. But it had also been safe, predictable. With Angelina, everything was unpredictable, exciting. But was that enough?
"Jacob, are you even listening?" Angelina's voice cut through the noise in my head.
"Yeah, sorry," I said, snapping back to reality. "Just... a lot on my mind."
She studied me for a moment, then reached out, taking my hand. "You're thinking about her, aren't you?"
I didn't answer right away. I didn't have to. The look on my face must have said it all.
"It's okay," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "I know this isn't easy for you."
"I just... I didn't mean for any of this to happen," I admitted. "But it did, and now I'm here, with you, and I just... I don't know what that means."
"It means we're figuring things out," she replied. "We'll take it one day at a time, see where this goes."
I nodded, grateful for her understanding. But as the night went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. 
As we walked back to my car, hand in hand, I kept wondering if this was really what I wanted. Or if I was just caught up in the thrill of something new, running from what was safe and familiar. 
When I dropped Angelina off at her place, she kissed me goodnight, but it didn't feel like enough. I watched her walk inside, a strange emptiness settling in my chest. I sat in my car for a while, staring at the dashboard, trying to make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head.
I knew I needed to figure things out. But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. 
I drove home in silence, the city lights blurring as I sped through the streets. And as I pulled into my driveway, one thought echoed louder than all the others:
Had I made the right choice?


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