Soraya's POV
"Darius…" I breathed, my voice barely a whisper as my eyes widened.
It was really him. He stood there at the entrance of the hallway, wearing an all–black suit that fit him perfectly. His hair looked freshly styled, and the calmness around him made everyone go silent.
Even with the noise, the laughter, the crowd, somehow his presence swallowed everything whole.
He held a single red rose in his hand.
My heart raced.
"Hey," he said softly, that deep familiar voice I've been yearning to hear .
"Darius," I whispered again, already walking towards him.
He smiled faintly, and as I reached him, he handed me the rose. "Happy Valentine's day, baby."
I didn't even realize my eyes had watered until his thumb brushed under them gently.
"Shh," he whispered.
