Nyla
I stood there, frozen, as Ezekiel stepped closer. My heart was still racing from the shock of seeing him again so soon. I had just run after him like a fool, and now he was standing right in front of me, breathing a little fast like he had run back too.
“What is going on?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you here?”
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached into his pocket and brought out a small, delicate necklace. The chain caught the afternoon light, sparkling softly. He moved closer, gently lifting it toward my neck.
I stood completely still, too stunned to move, as he fastened the clasp behind my neck. His fingers brushed against my skin for a brief second, sending a shiver down my spine. When he stepped back, I looked down at the necklace resting aga
