I nod, though my mind is preoccupied with the weight of the news I need to share. The tranquility of the garden provides a stark contrast to the turmoil within me.
As we continue walking, Vallen speaks about the various flowers, their colors, and fragrances. Her words create a soothing backdrop to the thoughts racing through my mind.
My gaze lingers on Vallen's profile as she admires a cluster of moonlit flowers, unaware of the storm brewing within me.
I take a silent breath, suppressing the urge to voice the disappointment that threatens to spill over. The moon, a silent witness to our shared history, casts shadows on the path ahead, mirroring the complexities of our unspoken sentiments.
Finally, I decide to break the news gently. "Vallen, there's something important I need to tell
