That evening, Lily found herself walking along the riverbank, the cool breeze tangling her hair. Her mind swirled with uncertainty. She longed for clarity, for a sign. Instead, she found Zain waiting by the water, his silhouette carved against the golden dusk. He turned as she approached; concern etched on his face. "You’ve been distant." Lily forced a smile. "Just... life." Zain stepped closer, searching her eyes. "Don’t lie to me, Lily. Something's wrong. I can feel it." She hesitated, her heart aching. "It's complicated." Zain's jaw tightened. "Does this have to do with Stanley?" The question landed like a slap. Lily hesitated. Zain's jaw tightened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes—anger? Hurt? Something else? "I need time," she whispered. Zain exhaled, rubbing a ha

