Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth novel Chapter 77

Chapter 7 

“Give me back my passport.” 

“We’re already over.” 

“Where I go next is none of your concern, Pax.” 

I turned off my phone, the pale glow fading into the darkness. 

Silence settled around me, thick and unshakable. 

Pax knew I had never left the country before. 

Knew I had never even considered applying for a passport. 

Yet here I was. 

At the beginning of the year, he had mentioned it so casually, like it was just another passing thought. 

“I heard the first snowfall in Norway is breathtaking 

“You should get your passport sorted. We should go together sometime.” 

Back then, I had laughed, brushing him off. 

“We should save money first.” 

We had never traveled together. 

Never even made real plans. 

Not for him. 

For myself. 

For a future I never told him about. 

My phone vibrated again–a voice message. 

His voice poured into the quiet, edged with disbelief, amusement barely veiling his irritation. 

“Who said we broke up?” 

A scoff. A short, incredulous laugh. 

“Did I say we were over?” 

His confidence was maddening. 

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Seven Years of Love, Seven Minutes Th 

Chapter 7 

“Cecilia, I know you can’t hear to leave me, but do you really have to play this game?” 

“You were looking forward to the trip. You even went and got your passport, didn’t you? Secretly, without telling 

me.” 

“Why are you still pretending?” 

I let the words sit there, unread, untouched. 

Even now, even after everything, he still thought I wouldn’t leave. 

Not him. 

Not after all the years we had spent together. 

Maybe he thought I would hold on, that I’d forgive, that I’d let this become just another rough patch we’d get through. 

Maybe he thought I’d still be waiting 

Then–another message. 

His tone softened, his frustration giving way to something gentler, something almost coaxing. 

“Remember when I told you I wanted to be honest with you?” 

“This was what I wanted to tell you.” 

-The lies. 

The deception. 

The carefully crafted act, pretending to be struggling, pretending to be one of us when he never was. 

“But then Nina came back early, and everything got… messy.” 

A pause. 

A sigh 

“I’m sorry. Lying to you was wrong.” 

“I let my friends get to me, let them talk shit, and I went along with it. I said things I shouldn’t have.” 

“Moving out was just me trying to clear my head.”