The quiet of Lior’s cabin has settled around me like a soft blanket, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside.
He left early this morning, a lingering kiss on my forehead and a set of keys pressed into my palm.
“Stay as long as you need, little star,” he’d murmured, his green eyes filled with a concern that felt both genuine and… something else.
Something I can’t quite decipher.
Now, the sun climbs higher in the sky, casting long shadows that slowly shrink and then stretch again across the wooden floor.
The silence amplifies the thoughts swirling in my head, a restless dance of emotions and uncertainties.
My love for Lior… it’s there, a warm ember that flickers steadily. He’s been my anchor, my light in the confusing aftermath of Nox’s rejection.
He’s shown me kindness,
