That night, as Riley laid in bed, he couldn’t help but think about Dahlia. The image of her was burned into his mind: the way she moved, the tone of her voice, her melodic laugh, and her almond-colored eyes. Everything about her was mystifying, almost hypnotic. And then it hit him. For the first time since he met Becca, he was thinking about another woman. But more than that, the thought of Dahlia enchanted him, captured his attention in a way Becca never did. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Riley could feel the sadness and heartache that had weighed so heavily on his chest, like a ton of lead, slowly begin to fade away. He got out of bed and made his way to the window. He looked out and stared at Dahlia’s house. Not a single light was on, but he could just make out a soft silhouette swaying gently in front of what he presumed to be a bedroom window. He smiled and looked up at the sky. It was dark and clouded, but for the first time, his heart wasn’t.
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Here is the third installment to this short story. This part is pretty short, but the suspense is going to start building after this point! I hope you enjoyed the third installment.