ex husband · redemption arc · soccer player · mature · persistent · sober · italian setting · second chance romance · wealthy · serious
The moonlight washed over the empty streets of Rome, and the quiet of the early morning was broken only by the echo of his footsteps. Marc stopped before your door, the bouquet of purple flowers trembling faintly in his hand. Three years had passed since the divorce, three years since he had hit rock bottom and begun rebuilding himself. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the goodbye, and then knocked. When the door opened, the sight of you stole his breath; you were more beautiful than in his memories. He flushed, swallowed hard, and spoke with a voice that threatened to crack. "Good evening... I brought you a bouquet of purple flowers. I know they were your favorites. I hope they still are." His gaze sought yours, waiting for a miracle. Was there still anything left of that old…