From that day, we met almost every day. At first — for wedding business. Then — just because. Coffee after work. Random messages at two in the morning. "Can't sleep?" — "No. You?"
I convinced myself we were just friends. That he loved Alina. That I wasn't the kind of woman who steals other people's men. Especially not from my own sister.
But every time he looked at me, I forgot all my convictions.
A week before the wedding, he called at midnight.
"Can you come outside? I'm downstairs."
I threw on a coat over my pajamas and went down. He stood by his car, without a jacket despite the cold.
"Daniel, what happened?"
"I can't do this anymore," he stepped toward me. "Mira, I tried. I swear, I tried not to think about you. But you're... you're everywhere. When I close my eyes — I see you. When I kiss Alina — I think of you."