Asher’s pov ;
I sat at Vivian's bedside, watching her every movement. The gentleness of her face, the way her lashes fluttered as she blinked—it was all mesmerizing. My heart felt heavy yet full.
After everything that happened, how could she still look at me without hatred? How could she still believe in me?
She smiled faintly, her gaze meeting mine.
“You don’t need to carry the weight of the world for me. I’m not asking for a knight to fight every battle. I’m asking for someone to walk beside me.”
Her words stung in a way I didn’t expect. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “I can’t help it,” I admitted. “I want to take away every obstacle, every pain you might face. You deserve to live freely. Without worry, without fear.”
She shook her head, her expression tender b
