SARGIS’S POV
I listened attentively.
And as she poured her heart out to me, as her voice shook with truth and pain and courage, my heart clenched.
If only she knew…
If only she knew I’d already seen the bruises life had dealt her. That I’d pieced together her scars long before she ever voiced them aloud. If only she knew how little I cared about what she was, or wasn’t. Whether she had one eye, four eyes, or twenty, it wouldn’t have changed how I felt about her.
And yet, nothing had prepared me for the raw honesty she’d just laid bare to me.
She stood now, trying to stay composed, and I found myself fighting to hold back the urge to go to her. To hold and tell her she didn’t owe me anything, not her story, her affection, or even her gratitude. I felt proud of her in this moment, ow
