What if she could love me again? The question lingered in his mind that moment.
He shook the thought away, forcing himself to focus on the present. Neoma was speaking softly to Sol, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. He couldn’t hear her words, but he could see the effect they had. Sol’s fists unclenched, his breathing slowed, and the fire in his eyes dimmed ever so slightly.
“Sol,” she said gently, her hands still resting on his chest. “Stop it. We’ve already talked about this.”
His gaze softened as he looked down at her, his anger giving way to something more vulnerable, and he didn’t say anything more.
Beholding all this, Joule felt uncomfortable but hopeful. He wanted to believe that somewhere deep down, Neoma still cared for him the way she once had. But the way she
