"Why are you calling so late? You should be getting some rest."
Mara was nearly moved to tears, and the fact that Balfour still cared about her well-being only made her choke back sobs behind her hand.
She knew that beneath Balfour's frosty exterior lay a heart warmer than anyone else’s.
His concern meant he still held a place for her in his heart, and that reassurance settled her spirit.
Mara sniffled, her nose sounding especially clear in the silent night.
"I'm alright, just a bit woozy still. But I couldn't sleep, you know, not without your answer. Balfour, do you think we can still be friends?"
There was silence on the line.
"Look, I've got no ulterior motives, really. After our last talk, I got it. Years have passed, we've both changed, life happened. We kept in touch, sure, but in all the days we weren't there for each other, you found someone else who mattered more. That person is Ivy, isn't it?"
"Don't overthink it, I'm not trying to push you away."
Mara cleared her throat, trying to sound mature and understanding.
"I know, but I came back because I was afraid of living alone, and that's why I stayed at your place. Once Olivia arrives, I can live with her. When I was abroad, it was always just me, no family, but at least she was there. So, for me, it's not much different. You don't need to worry."
Despite her attempt at optimism, there was a touch of loneliness that Balfour couldn't help but hear in her voice.
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