"What... what are you doing here?" Amethyst's voice is quiet, a fragile thing that barely carries across the room. She's standing by the door, as if she's hiding behind it, a slight hesitancy in her posture, like she's unsure whether she wants to let him in or slam the door shut.
Demetrio stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his hand is still resting on the doorframe, his eyes scanning her carefully.
"I came to check on you... see how you're doing." His words are careful, and he tries his best to show her that he's come in peace. But at the same time, his tone lacks the warmth he once showed her. There's no tenderness in his voice, no trace of the Demetrio she once knew, and it makes her heart ache at how easily he was able to move on from her.
"You didn't have to do that,"
