Seeing Claire emerge, Arthur hastily raised the flowerpot in his hands, his face etched with pleading hope.
"Claire, I've revived the flowers, a Nordia symbol of happiness. Does this mean you can forgive me? Can we start over?"
He hadn't returned to Jivalis these past days. Instead, he'd traversed every corner of the region with the flowers, going sleepless for nights until a herdsman taught him how to nurse them back to life.
Claire took in his dust-streaked, exhausted face, the dark shadows beneath his eyes betraying his ordeal.
She stepped forward, her expression blank. "Arthur, I told you. Damage doesn't just disappear. And I don't love you anymore. You can't put a broken mirror back together."
She reached out and knocked the pot from his hands.
The flower he'd worked so hard to
